O Anna Niemus
Red Convertible - Poem by O Anna Niemus
She is an unusually empathic soul..
and her numberless acts in helping
others to carry their burdens had
manifested as extra weight.
A clairvoyant saw her in a small red convertible....
a precognition of weight loss, red with independence,
and open to the sun of God consciousness
(Convertible driving requires caution)
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