She Watches Through The Window
She watches through the window of this old adobe
Strangers pass by
She wonders about their lives
Their exclamations
Their secrets
The desert is blowing outside
Dust particles look like glitter in the Texas
sun
She dreams of places yet unnamed
Somewhere to leave her mark
A wild Western streak
Her dreams levitate
Swirl and dance with the desert air
Like a curtain in the breeze
Gently falling
Then rising with a billowing ease
Like clouds
They ascend to the heavens
Whispering to her ancestors
Her desire for change is immense
She prays with ghost beads
Breathes in sage smoke
There is a holiness to becoming unhinged
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