Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Not from these parts

They might be new, these trills
within the broken sun. Or I might be
new to it. A tall woman

with tight orange curls slides down
the wall face to sit on the sidewalk.
I walk past her, and an awkward look

gets passed to me. I’ll mistake it
for a smile, another newness
I’ve brought with me into it.
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