She frowned
and let her eye lids
close over the top half
of her tortoiseshell
then black pupils.
Her lips pursed
and her head hung
low like she was
looking at my knees.
Then her eyes
went distant
and watered
while her fists
clinched tight.
I walked away
without turning
my back and
not apologizing.
Monday, December 17, 2007
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Across the Atlantic to the continent of Africa, to the very heart of Lagos.
Your poems and blog as a whole has been a source of inspiration to me. Merry Xmas in advance and a very great year ahead.
More muses in the coming year.
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