Gandhi with the Wind
I just know her, and you do.
she was in the bathroom so I killed time
looking at her refrigerator door.
and Martin Luther King
and Maya Angelou
and Pete Singer
and down the hall, so one last big swallow of
the Starbucks, and I dropped the cup in
the recycling bin.
I sniffed for smoke; it was clear as mountain-fresh air.
I checked my fly; it was flown.
I was going to ask what color to put her in, instead,
went for out another, permanent spin.