who the devil is she?


The Woman

There is this unknown to me woman.
She appears before me every day
On her way I know not where.
She is glimpsed from every window
From which I choose to stare.

She has a purposeful stride and
Is never still...always moving along until
Yesterday as she approached a corner
She looked back at me smiled with her eyes.

Then tonight as I left my building
She held the door for me as she entered.
I quite like the look of her but I wish
I knew her name and someone that
I know knows her.








Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-09-04 at 01:02

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