April 1996
STEPPIN' OUT
by: Diane Taylor aka catta
Tonight, when no one's watching me,
Hand in hand with a scoundrel breeze,
I'll dance beneath tall fiddler trees
My hair aglow with tangled stars
And dressed in soft, moon-silver bars,
I'll pause to sip cool, fragrant wines
That cling to honeysuckle vines.
Upon a dark, forbidden hill,
I'll sing with every whippoorwill
And celebrate my being free -
Tonight, when no one's watching me.
Tomorrow, they will call me mad
And say that I've been very bad.
They'll dress me coffin-formal, then
They'll ask me where I think I've been.
I'll hide the star caught in my hair
And tell them I've been everywhere!
They'll shout that lying is a sin
And lock me in my room - again...
What fools to think that metal bars
Can banish breezes, hide the stars
Or keep this poet fool unfree!
by: .. Catta ..aka Diane Taylor
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