Colors
Yellow shirt
Glasses on
Book open
Eyes fixed
Where are you going?
With your packed bag,
And your suit coat on.
Are you going home?
Red bag
Clutched tightly
Rosy cheeks
Tearful eyes
Why are you crying?
You were only on for one stop.
Did you lose or are you losing?
Salty tears fell upon your breast.
Crisp shirt
Shiny forehead
Rimless glasses
Eyes gaze
Who are you talking to
With a smile so true?
You must love her; I can tell.
Will you make love to her tonight?
Black tee
Flip flops
Slouched back
Closed eyes
Why are your feet dirty?
Crooked hat & ripped jean shorts
You startle when your phone rings
I hope you are going home.
This entry was posted on Thursday, October 29th, 2009 at 6:00 am and is filed under Poetry. You can follow any comments to this post through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
Lovely, Mishi. Like riding a bus and looking at all the people and wondering …..
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That was cool. I felt like I was on that subway with you. When I used to take the bus to campus I loved the people watching.
New visitor here. I see your comments all over the internet and figured I’d pop over to read. :)
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Gorgeous! Mishelle, you make me want to run out and buy a bright new umbrella this afternoon.
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ah, people watching…such an interesting way to pass the time. :)
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Beautiful! Makes me think of candy.
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I love.
You make my heart full.
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Wow. This is great. You write beautifully.
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