Alone

Loneliness

Alone

She was there
I saw her,
standing near the street corner
lonely and alone,
Patiently waiting for a bus
while a breeze from the bay
caressed her flowing dress.


She bore the look of time passage
perhaps she was thinking of it
slipping through her fingers.


Fixated
she turned a gold ring on her finger
for the last time,
as her soul acted upon her solute
in a gradual dissolution of her form.


Stopped at a red light
I turned to look again,
a trolley bell rang,
she was gone.





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