Saturday, July 24, 2010

To a Girl with Downcast Eyes

Rounding the corner, I see you
Your eyes downcast
You are lost in your own reality.

A cigarette dangles in your left hand
The toe of your right shoe balances on the concrete
Long, brown hair falls down on a business suit.

No matter what the problem
I want to tell you
That this too will pass
But I can't
We are strangers.


(c)Bill Blake
published in Skipping Stones 2005
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA

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