65/365 : be somebody

i'm sure i smoke too many cigarettes
to be the woman i imagine masters her
destiny and makes money making art and
isn't too far off her rocker to render revolution
with words and shimmery hued fabrics wrapping
children in bigger dreams than even they sketched out
that day we all sat by the river and watched the ducks migrate
south in their brilliant natural way of going where they can stay
most alive. sometimes, i simply envy the ducks.