Glimpse
A dark blue scarf is
twisted awkwardly around
her neck, its fringed ends
smothered between layers of
jackets. The young woman
purposefully crosses the
street, not bothering to look
both ways, and
disappears behind a
revolving glass door,
unwinding the scarf from
her neck as she goes.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
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4 comments:
This is a good capture.
This is one of my favorite poems of yours. :) I agree with what Holly said.
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very mysterious....
Gosh. It sounds mysterious. You write such great peoms about stuff that I couldn't even imagine being in a poem;] Does that make sense?
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