driving on
the freeway
with the window down
this golden woman
lets her hair escape
in the naked breeze
it becomes wild
liberated
tumescent with change
this golden woman
(who will never pierce
the air
with her beauty
because it lives in the sky
and surrounds all of us
like the atmosphere
with its life)
sends her love out
as if it was a lantern
a light in the angry darkness
she sends it with mercy,
baby,
and such deep compassion
without condition
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