The Woman You Became

The rear

view mirror

will leave you

stuck on that

dirt road.

Clouding your 

judgement with

Its dust storm 

attack on

the sun. 

Wind pushing

you past the

Quaking Aspen

trees.

They clap 

the song of 

dreams never

realized. 

Roll down

the window

and 

smell the 

scent of 

the world

you left behind. 

The mix of 

milkweed

and trout 

Lilly. 

Let the tears

dance

with the memories

swirling in the

mountain air. 

No need to 

look back.

The tornado

swept,

live power 

line dancing

woman is

done. 

The needs of 

your reflection 

and the woman

who drove 

away from

chapter 20

need each other. 

This is the 

woman you

have become.

The rest of

you will be

Fucking 

Fabulous.