Monday, August 13, 2007

Eva

Eva

It
was
a chance
encounter
while walking State Street.
Her hair two-thirds braided, the rest
a wind-whipped tangle eluding her questing fingers.

We spoke, and she asked if I perhaps had a hair band
to share. I rummaged my wallet
and found a red one.
We laughed. She
finished
her
hair.

2 comments:

  1. WOW absolutely brilliant!!!
    Reading it gave me chills up my spine and nearly brought a tear to my eye.
    The picture alone is amazing....
    The poem alone is amazing...
    but combined it knocks it out into orbit!!!

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  2. Thank you Jessica. It was your suggestion to be short and sweet, more poetic, that inspired the post. I'll keep up along those lines. Namaste.

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