Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Pamela, passed unseen

As I was swept
implacably past
looking outward
through the glass
I saw someone
I'd long thought familiar
moving backturned
when she halfturned and
into someone other
than whom I'd guessed
suddenly a womanchild
shuffling serious
in leaves scatterpiled
downward face intent
and bleak
in the grayday cold
as the bare trees
that had borne
the muting orange and
crimson corpses lying dying
at her feet.

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