She sips her coffee
A blank look on her face
But behind it a thousand worries

Her brow furrows
The sunlight reflecting off her
Gazing eyes and bright white t-shirt
As she grips her cup
With all her frustrations pouring
Into her fingertips

Behind the blindless windows
The neighbors stare back at her
With the same worries

Who is this new woman
Waiting by the window
From where did she come
And will she make a great addition
To this sleepy street?

12/04/2008

Author's Note: http://www.contractorinsocal.com/woman_at_window.jpg My inspiration.

Posted on 12/04/2008
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