In the World Away

In the world away in my mind

I am careless, even delectably indolent

I walk down the summer street with my head high and free

hair dancing in the breeze of my going

my long steps

one foot opposite pendulum other foot

strolling in musical ritardando.

I tide and sway in rebellion.

All of the troublesome things are just

advertisements I am ignoring,

small whispers like gnats I can simply

brush away

with the back of my hand

and continue on my way.