Valley of Kindness and Mischief, an ode

(I)

To the child of mystery

The princess of urban inns

To a be-spectacled imp

The keeper of songs and mischief

To the kind seeker of utopia

With a bag full of vivid tales

To a precocious reader

With memories predating her time

To the wingless wanderer

The elusive specter of today

(II)

To a sweet tormentor

The sweeper of sorrows

To a gust of cold breeze

That calms the garish sun

To the dweller of silence

The sorceress of nowhere near

To an unexpected companion

The mistress of prim and gore

To a gift of kindness and faith

The wings of this dauntless chimera

(III)

To a persistent candle in the dark

The Chiron of fledging dreams

To the muse of words and phrase

With a reputation that precedes her

To the guru of unconventional wisdom

The phoenix of chalk dust and of      cyberspace

To a constant huntress of understanding

Who goes on her worn- out jeans

To a heart taught by pain and longing

The silly girl, the unfinished ode

(IV)

To a light-footed traveler

The Sacajawea of uneven streets

To the enduring friend

Who stayed ‘til almost dawn

To a noteworthy acquaintance

The giver of a second chance

To the self-made vegetarian

Who sometimes feasts on blood

To the dreamer in me searching for a home

In the valley of kindness and mischief




Thank you, Lutak Boy! (",)