Maybe I Am Here……

A woman with long red hair walks through a green mountain meadow at sunset, surrounded by layers of wild hills and pink-streaked sky. The moment feels mythic and quiet.

I have always dreamed
of growing up to become
the eccentric old woman in town.

Maybe that’s why I am here,
maybe I’m finally releasing
all the bright colors,
the tender seeings,
the outrageous gratitude
in my blooming heart.

Maybe I am here to finally...
gloriously...
ruin my good reputation.

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