Mighty Miss Midas

Mighty Miss Midas

He darted into the room
As if somebody was hot at his heels
Yelling: Grab what you can woman,
We’re leaving this instant.

I hardly managed
To rustle up two bundles together and we were on the way.
He would not carry a thing until we crossed the border.
Where his kingdom ended he stopped, picked up
A pebble, a twig, then gently stroke

A flower, plucked a fig from a tree, and laughed
And danced like a madman freed from his menace.
I could tell there was no fixed destination.
That’s how he was that day, the fool
I married for all the burdens of love.

error: Content is protected !!