She slips a note
Into the pocket
Of her raincoat
Waiting for the bus.
It's not too much.
Never is there more
To be said.
These randon thoughts rattle
Throughout her head.
On her little note
Are the ideas, dreams,
Yes, the schemes
Of what she wants
Her life to be.
She slips the note
Back out again, glances
Smiles all the while
Then back into her pocket.
Another shy smile,
Knowing all the while
That no one really cares,
Or anyone else dares.

10/12/2009

Author's Note: ... while at a bus stop the other day, I heard this as a song in my head.....

Posted on 10/12/2009
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