Saturday, June 11, 2011

Again from the folder marked "drafts"

Poem

A woman stands at a window looking out.
The window measures from her middle thigh
to six inches above her head.
The frame's width is four times the width of her body.
She is about to turn to her right, but has not moved.
Is there a frown?

Is she about to turn to her right?
She frowns.

Or maybe she should merely sigh
and lean against the white frame of the curtain-less window.

bkb
used with permission

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