Irish Girl

I met a little

Irish girl

from New York

who grew up

on the wrong side

of her mind

all she ever wanted to do

was live deep

as the forest

but all her youth she was

the only tree in town.

She stood out

in Central Park

waiting for someone

to be a friend

but never dug

her tap-root there

she spread her leaves

out west

from hills

to mountain climbs

she stopped when she reached

the tree-line.

And now she's planted

her seeds in the damp,

dirty topsoil.

She grew up as tall and strong

as any out there

while I was

looking around

for another

better place to grow

she was bound nowhere

but straight

into the air.