She Screams, Moans, and Kicks

Have you ever noticed she likes her smoking stick?
It pleases her and amuses her, her hair curls in the wind
Around the smoke
She can’t desist but she fights for other things
Always tuning her watch and fixating her eyes to another time and place
This time
The revolver is cocked in the cowboy stance
Her horse grits her teeth
She races, she gallops, she catches up to her soul
Politics, religion, sex, rock n’ roll — all worth her protests
She screams, moans, and kicks
The tuba overpowers the sound of the violin
Usually no one knows what that means but she does
Some gap in time was finally filled.