I Will Ride

I will ride.

I will ride the bus all day,

wearing my late husband’s

greatcoat and his gloves over mine.

I will ride.

I will ride in the best seat

for hiding, behind the driver,

hoping that I remain un-noticed.

I will ride.

I will ride until the last breath,

muttering the names of demons,

or the names of politicians.

I will ride.

I will ride to my own rescue,

roughshod over liars and cheats

and the richest fools in Borisdom.

I will ride,

I will ride the juggernaut,

smashing and crushing thieves

and those who stole my golden years.

I will ride.

I will ride the stories I tell

children I will never have,

knowing they need not pity me.