POGO STICK.

People think they know her  
They see a face blue eyes and  
half a smile in peach Melba  
lipstick.  
 
They don’t see her with all her  
internal drawers from the whispers  
of her curly locks of hair to her two  
tone mod shoes . With a buckle on  
show in a silvery wistful way .  
 
She is invisible to most which makes  
her feel like a ghost in life but it is  
better to remain a mystery. Maybe  
she is murder she wrote of the true  
detective but she won’t give you any  
clues .  
 
She likes to keep secrets.  
If she was a Shakespearean play  
she would tilt from tragedy of Hamlet  
to the comical As you like it .  
She is both written in black streaked  
calligraphic ink over the years .  
 
Some letters and words with blots .  
The times she wants to forget  
even though they stained the  
parchment paper more a grey tinge  
than paper white . And others the  
abcs dance from the page in a  
frenzy called the pogo .  When  
she can jump as she pleases and  
high as she can . She needs that  
pogo stick like the air she breathes .  
 
It is her crutch to enable her to live  
her life to pacify her mind as it  
always sees the blotches of grey  
and nothing in between but her  
heart can jump ten feet high into
shades of iridescent rainbows .