She stood as a small girl in borrowed clothes
perched high on the edge of the sideboard,
to be taller – ever reaching for maturity.
Keys in the door,
announcing the new and pushing her to the street.
Everyone else has already taken their boxes
their regret far less making hers greater.
A caterpillar axolotl looking towards the
Butterfly salamander with love and confusion.
A thumping in her ears of the city drones
Her next world a fearful adventure,
Not an ichor of the gods nor a poisoned heartbeat.
She smiles at them
As they wish each other well and re-start.
With thanks to Jyoti Mishra for the original inspiration of “sideboard, axolotl, ichor”.