Last Seen On the Subway at 8 A.M.
Seeming too young to be so sad
Unfolding, folding,
Unfolding again a paper fan.
For seven stops she gazed
In the narrow crowded car
At something far away.
Unfolding, folding,
Unfolding again a paper fan.
For seven stops she gazed
In the narrow crowded car
At something far away.
Labels: personal poem, simple poems
posted by Rich in Brooklyn at Monday, September 26, 2005
2 Comments:
hey... welcome back...
missed ya
lor
PS missing you at meeting two more weeks of travelling... greetings from a bunch of other meetings...
I miss your posts, Rich, I'd love to hear news of your part of the Quaker world. I'm very happy in boston, but I miss 15th street.
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