She should leave
The camera on
Her head
So we can see
Where we are going,
Making me take back
That off the cuff
Claim she looked
Silly with it,
Needing to keep it
Up there
As to see what she sees
And not the back
Of the horse’s mane,
Leaving us to imagine
What its like
On the journey,
Desperate to catch up
With that vision,
Which we miss
With the camera
On her chest,
I have no need
To see her in her
Regalia,
But would rather have
The camera fixed
To her forehead,
Like the lamp
On a coal miner,
She galloping through
The world with
No clear destination,
Just a giddy kid,
Thrilled by
Childhood dreams
That actually come true,
Letting the rest of us
Go along for the ride,
If only, we could see
Where we were going.
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