Green Peas at Stake

Jane: The Bag Lady on the Beach

She thought
she was born secluded
in Neptune's arms,
where the fish conversed
with hints and allusions
like some kind of junk
resembling Zen,
then the waves ushered her to
this mundane world.
"She's psychotic," people said,
but I saw her as spirit,
weighed down by a label
and confined by an
inherent flaw, pondering
the ocean's edge,
her infinite softness akin to
the foam on waves, searching
for a potent inner life
as the world waited for
the invention of a conceptual cure
for manufacturing minds.

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Written for "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  using 6 words:
Confine
Allusion
Hint
Seclude
Mundane
Usher