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Roan She Roams
Roan she roams,
her hair down,
through windowed rooms.
Each window allows a glimpse
as she passes by,
and each vision of her
appears as a new woman,
different yet similar.
Each time she is
somehow familiar yet
a stranger in every pane.
A series of moving pictures
framed and separate,
forms flicker in the eve.
I also, the one looking,
am different yet familiar
to her who pases along
this windowed row,
as she glances out windows
sideways at him who watches.
As he walks in the garden
hidden and revealed by
the moving window wall,
the ligghting different: sometimes
a branch hides parts of his
body or face, yet she sees
his eyes glinting in thel ight
from the window. In this manner
aware of his awareness she
constructs her stories for
each man she sees thus.
A crow watching from the
turret cackles in his thought-
once the two dind the end
and come face to face, will
they even recognize each other?
Will there be a hundred marriages
of a hundred women and a hundred
men, or just one marriage that
encompasses the one pairing?
Or perhaps the two go looking for
the other women or men they saw,
preferring this one to that
and rejecting each other.
The bird gets hungry waiting
and flies off to find food elsewhere.
Ness
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Posted by lailaschuman on 2008-03-06 11:10:01 | Rating: | Views: 65
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