Beyond Stone Walls

She climbed over the wall, making her way up the incline          
through the gravel and stone that dusted over her oxford t-straps.          
She had gathered the wild flowers, willfully,          
where each stem and petal were placed unrepentant        
and perfect in contrast.  The scent was pleasant.        
         
She smelled the smoke first; the steam engine; blue and black,      
it startled her right before it sounded.        
She placed the bouquet right there, directly on the train track.    
She ran as fast as she could, feeling the grit and the power      
and the smell of evocativeness.   She never looked back.      
         
My native heart knows          
where I'm at, when          
seemingly I am alone.