Take me or leave me, cries
Melody Grundy. I
like my face.
I am gaily alone.

On my cast-iron horse I was swiftly
everywhere, and no one
saw it for what it was.
That was romance. I leaned

on the mighty tree-stump to watch
an other life at play.
That was joy, I wept, I
leapt into my ship

to sail over grass. Melody
Plenty-of-Friends-Elsewhere
doesn’t care,
will sing for all to hear.