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Cold Transparent Glass
Black disheveled hair gathered into ponytail,
lithe of limb & tall for her tender age,
her wet white baggy t-shirt--diaphanous
transparency of woman-child breasts
blossoming sunflowers on cold concrete
in a monster city of fumes and shadows.
She sprinkles soapy water on my windshield,
hand shaking circles rocking car and driver inside,
her fresh girlish smile is a lot more valuable
than the dime I offer her;
yet, she takes it satisfied before she slips back
into the night--a splendid vision in a troubled dream,
this fair fallen angel working miracles
on cold transparent glass.
Lost innocence and fading hopes of a fragile man...leaves me somewhat perturbed.
Another beautiful picture painted by Jim. The imagery is so vivid... the reader sees the girl or wishes he could. Jim, you're the man.
i like it...its been one of those days and nice to read something so interesting. thanx. someday soon