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My parents refused to buy me wonder woman underoos, so my brothers helped put together "The Outfit", complete with construction paper head- and wrist-bands, a yellow yarn lasso and pink halter top. Alas, I had no boots or cape, but that didn't stop me from riding around in my big wheel, battling evil in my neighborhood.

tonight I'm looking for lightning...
I feel it under My skin...
when evening flickers..
on my eyes..
something of an unknown childhood...
trembles..and sighs..
against me...
Time means the trees will become thick....
minds dont understand...
time...
hearts coat sadness..
with sunset..
and make it a pearl ...
tonight I'm listening...
for thunder...
Age is all the places you've rolled and slept....
all the tears you've tasted...
the promises unkept...
tonight I'm feeling the rain

People are fascinating, the constant colors of life moving around us. I sit in a suburban shopping mall early in the morning sipping coffee as retirees stroll by in sweat suits and tennis shoes on a stroll past closed shops . Their faces all tell stories of living a full life. There are some with wrinkles from smiling and laughter over many years carving lines in their kindly faces. Others that wear their loss and sorrow in deep crevices of pain etched along lips and brow. Each one holds a story; each one is beautiful in their way. I sit, wondering what sort of life they had, making up the stories I see etched on face, heard in soft words or witnessed by the tender touch of an older couple walking hand in hand. The idle chatter of young mothers with small curious children strolling by me- unnoticed in my silent ever observant corner of the universe, merely an on looker savoring the site of the ever changing humanity set before me, sipping coffee in a shopping mall.