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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

i saw her song in my mind

I passed a woman standing by her gate 
this morning, 
with her head tilted back
and her slender throat exposed;
lips moving, 
eyes looking beyond her dingy world, 
she swayed rhythmically 
and I could see she was singing. 

Inside my air conditioned chariot, 
I heard nothing of her song. 
Perhaps her radio was on-
Perhaps a neighbor was strumming a guitar.
or maybe she just loved to sing. 

I don't know.

I sped through her world 
of broken-down shanties 
and narrow garbage-strewn streets
like a wind in the night. 

But long after I'd left her behind, 
I saw her song in my mind.