She sits to my right
glasses perched and hair drawn up
foot tapping always
Her scarf she fiddles
adjusting up, also down
Finally content
she withdraws her hands
I watch as her eyes narrow
piercing paper words
in front of her and
I cannot help but think how
beautiful she is.
10:57 AM - 3/9/10
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment