like, maybe
a brown-skinned woman in a headscarf?
I see her every morning
looking back at me from the rain-washed window
from the rain-washed dark outside the bus.
She is skeptical of both corporate policy and political corpus,
mistrusts gloss and spin alike.
Tell her she has nothing to fear
and she will regard you with doubt
for she is deeply suspicious.
Reassure her: “Now, you know that doesn't mean you--”
she says, “No,
I don't know that
I don't believe I do know that.”
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
If You See Something Suspicious
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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