Sunday, November 8, 2009

She’s alone

She is standing alone
Half covered by the car parked
Others are walking briskly
Passing her without taking notice

The night is creeping
The busy street is now deserted
People are ready to rest
She is still there standing

I am ready to go
Leaving a half empty glass of chocolate latte
And an empty plate of donuts
I am passing her without saying a word

She’s still standing there … alone…


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