The wind stings I fear.
Only the walls catch Quizas, Quizas, Quizas.
Upright on escalator rails
Stilettos in crevices defy fragility
Inscrutable.
Upright on the Green Exit sign
Uniformed lines on shirts
Flower ensemble on blouses
They hurt eyes.
A fan of peacock feathers turns
Whips my face.
At a distance and Sorry not heard.
Work-in-Progress
[Hunting for a good quote]
Saturday, January 20, 2007
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