Wednesday, March 11, 2009

263. NO PANACEA SHE A

NO PANACEA SHE A
....went about her way in silence
dropping depth-charges in hearts where
she chose; countering conclusions made
in haste, without changing anyone's mind.
I saw the commingling of gold, and blue beads,
twisted once around her neck. An enticing
moment - something seen from above.
Why else would anyone look down?

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