poem

A stranger in a strange town
the full moon her chaperone
the razors edge of pavement stone
tonight her stage
her place called home

She trys to leave no shadow
that was cast many year ago
for tonight she knows
that it is a one girl band
with her dye
and plastic mole

A guy wants her to light his candle
and tells her about heavens scent
she flicks her eyes
to the skys above
and asks
is he looking for rent

With another dawn on the horizon
and her spirit still intact
she tilts her head
to the rising sun
and whispers
no time for looking back

stephen daly 2003(c)