Thin air

She couldn’t teach us anything

beyond the infinite.

With unbounded delight and peace of mind, she filled the heads of those strange bedfellows with poetic attunement.

Murmuring

whispering

and

praying

in fiery colours.

She was a “queer one.”

Teaching those rough council estate types to dance!

“She’ll turn them into poofs.”

“Pay no attention to their ire, Shakespeare walks among you.”

Through wide and sparkling eyes, we didn’t see him.

Many came and went.

Drunken flames raged, devoured, and hissed.

Her house burned to the ground.

The lovely wanderer vanished

into

thin

air.