she continues to
 push her boulder up
 the hill
 like her, we're all
 making the journey back
 to normal
 i wash  dishes and
 her hair  is the
 color of the water:
 dishwater blonde
 but we're looking for
 fortunes
 through different paths
 to the promise
 land
 she stands outside the shelter
 holding a cigarette, like a torch,
 she is lady liberty, a goddess
 but she doesn't know it yet
 i keep thinking of
 sisyphus
 and his quixotic climb
 how that boulder
 she rolls feels like
 the world
 another morning i see her
 and she's smiling
 at me
 every time she smiles
 we both become
 millionaires

 we're making our way back to
 normal

-- Erren Geraud Kelly