anne – part 2

the scent of sea in her hair
that’s what she wants
the ocean in sunlight
like the postcard in her locker

no one in the store
(three o’clock is the hump)
she dances in the isle
to the inmutable muzac
as she carries cardboard boxes
the color of brown noise
to the recycle bin

she glances at the wall clock
runs her fingers through her hair
hair needs to be brushed
she looks away
moving like a woman
thrice her age

she decides the next time she goes for a ride
she’ll roll the window down

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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