Sunday, April 18, 2010

NaPoWriMo #18


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.


Holly said...

This is a good capture.

Nonie said...

This is one of my favorite poems of yours. :) I agree with what Holly said.


Erin said...

very mysterious....

Milli said...

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?