She wears her sadness
in pink pashmina
around her shoulders

(the reflection, 
     masking
         boulders
            of deeper troubles
               in her eyes).

"Beware the landslide"

The world marches
on below;
bellowing;
billowing
- life.

And the vibrations,
    (sensations)
of happiness' creations
do not
          move
               her
                  in ways

that a smile should...

(she is boiling magma
beneath stoppered earth).

She wears her hope
in her laces, frayed
in places, looped
through her shoes -

                 clues
                 (imprinted in the stampede
                  of destitution's foot...)

fall.

09/21/2004

Posted on 09/21/2004
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