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black
by Peter Humphreyssunlight
slants through
curtains
shaping shadows
on wall
brick lines
she sits
reflectively
across the
table from
me
her head
to one side
her face
preoccupied
men come
and go
she stays
hands small
eyes gentle
I wonder
05/27/2006 Posted on 05/27/2006
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 05/31/06 at 05:54 AM and you make the reader wonder with you.. i just love people watching.. it can be so eye-opening to one's own soul.. a beautiful, well written piece |
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