Thin and willowy
She perches on the frosted bench.
Her long maple syrup colored hair whips out from a knitted beret
tickling the shelter glass behind her.
Dark, almost black eyes
alert as none should be at this hour
watch as the sun bleeds out into the sky.
Her hands delve deeper into her overcoat.
Legs bouncing up and down to generate warmth
Her black high heels click
like little chisels on the icy sidewalk.
Her back straight; and arms tensed, unmoving
she lets the wind harass her
until her cheeks blend with the color of her lips.
Lips that are crystallized by frozen breath
And involuntary tears slide out of her eyes and straight to her hairline
as the freezing wind rushes past
making this whole city miserable.
But with the heater blowing full force
and those bright pink lips sighing thanks in my direction
as she flashes her bus pass and settles into a warm plastic seat
even with the wind trying to board my bus at every stop
the cold cannot penetrate me
Legs bouncing up and down to generate warmth
Her black high heels click
like little chisels on the icy sidewalk.
Her back straight; and arms tensed, unmoving
she lets the wind harass her
until her cheeks blend with the color of her lips.
Lips that are crystallized by frozen breath
And involuntary tears slide out of her eyes and straight to her hairline
as the freezing wind rushes past
making this whole city miserable.
But with the heater blowing full force
and those bright pink lips sighing thanks in my direction
as she flashes her bus pass and settles into a warm plastic seat
even with the wind trying to board my bus at every stop
the cold cannot penetrate me
i like this. i had to read it about 3 times, but i think i finally get it.
ReplyDeleteYeah you have to read it all as one run on sentence almost.
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