Like a vagabond, I’m crossing the world
in ripped jeans and shirt.
I have a khaki cardigan with powder pink colored roses
and a sequined choker on my neck.
A crazy hat protects me from sun
and sunglasses on my nose shade my freckles.
Like a gadabout from a long way,
I don’t care for proprieties and family warnings.
I wander around the paths and impassable trails
talking to snails in the depth of groves.
And though they don’t care for my speech,
they like when I carry them over the path with love.
