Splinters blond and rosewood
All hurried and caught up
In the light flickering through
The evening woods.
Once past the soft thicket,
Her hair fell like a Bedouin tent
(Like silken sails from a
The noise, traffic, and lights
Propel the frightened helmsman
Through the rocks, twigs, and brakes;
A passenger unsighed for,
Debarking with a push
That sends the pilotless vessel
Aground in the sodden brush.
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