Wild

I need out of this Podunk town.
Out of here, I yell as I trace 
hands along the barbed wire 

fence, watching the raccoon 
dart  into the neighbor’s trash. 
I walk to the edge of town, 

where the train shadows 
bend towards the Queen 
Anne's Lace. Today I’m rhythm

& chords are easy  in my fingers.  
I've been changing for awhile now, 
but today I'm packing my bags.