16 February 2016

#16 - she flips (her future)

With one glove off and one glove on she sips
a coffee under indeterminate glare
of silence, and with downturned red-slashed lips
she tastes the savour of the empty air.
No saviours here all we can do is stare
and spend our nickels though the lonely night
no mumbled platitudes can ease her cares,
no cheap fast-food will set the world to rights.

But morning brings a clarity of light,
an emptied purse, a single coin she flips
her future into flux, way out of sight
of tired minds and paint-by-numbers scripts:
with one glove off she disavows all art,
with one glove on she seeks a hidden heart.

RJT

Automat - Edward Hopper

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