GHAZAL FOR THE LOST AND FOUND

Linda Umans

the boring companions I scorned on the boulevard
oh those pretty dresses I've worn on the boulevard 

they said I was loved and adored years ago
those witnesses I suborned on the boulevard 

the sparrows tweet truth from the traffic lights, trees
Irish bagpipes parade as they mourn on the boulevard 

as for reinventions, I might have one left 
that won't render me stillborn on the boulevard 

so Lin will transform, hug breezes, jump cracks 
and perhaps be newborn on the boulevard