Thursday, August 18, 2011

Cart Part Two

I walked away
without a
sound.

I
even averted
eye contact before

getting up and
leaving to
make

a
call outside
around the corner.

Two French people
were sitting
at

a
table outside
so I returned

to bask in
their language.
When

they
left, she
came out.  She

silently sits in
front of
me.

She
just clapped
her hands.  She

knows I'm writing
about her.
She

can
feel my
auric interrogation. She's

wearing a green
barrette in
her

hair
which keeps
catching my eye.


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