Monday, May 17, 2010

Pause

Who is that grey-haired woman
plump-plodding down the street?
She looks tired, care-full.
Two shiny-youngs go past her, laughing, exclaiming.
Tight jeans, long hair loose-flying
free from the future.
She is invisible.
In her mind she feels
Long hair, tight jeans -
Brightness.
She stares back at me from the shop window.
And I realise -
I don't know her at all.

2 comments:

  1. They do say you're as young as you feel. Very moving, I love the phrase shiny-youngs.

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  2. Sometimes you blink and you miss things, the young things are so caught up in the moment that they dont see the 9 cygnets and the 7 beaks. Who is the richer person? :)

    S

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