Song of the Vagrant

I have no ties here, not even you –

you who gave me your kiss when a kiss

could have killed me.

I survived.

These streets will lead to highways, water, sky.

I will see other cities through other eyes.

Another capricious mouth may kiss,

may kill me.

This is lies.

I walk these streets repeated; tethered; tied.

-- Colette Bryce, from The Heel of Bernadette