She rarely wears high heels now
or dreams of dinner
in Manhattan
instead she drinks whiskey
nameless
beside a cabinet
in which are kept
her lover's ashes
In bookshops tiny
she insists
on dancing a tango
before she writes poetry
on the sidewalk
where it is ignored
by the passing strangers
delicate poem, and I appreciate that you describe her as a woman still keeping some kind of dignity! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThanks Beatrice I had not really seen that aspect to it. Thanks for your feedback once again. It is very insightful.
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