She Moves So Slowly
By birksy
Across the square, before the bench, there’s the woman who moves slowly, and her legs used to work, she’s a woman who’d rather be not there, missing from the square. The fresh wind blows her scarf, she stops, though it’s hard to notice, I don’t wait to see her go, There’s more that I must see, She moves so slowly. Written July 17th, 1999 © on Jan 04 2002 08:44 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 9
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