Open Poetry #46 |
napkins from her lap |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She saw her napkin slightly fold. The crumbs slowly rolled off the corner of the table As her knees touched the top of the table, With her lavender dress guising the floor Changing its color as the men slowly walked by. She touched her eyes, Slowly tying them around the brightly colored lights. Her slight smirk off the right of her mouth, Like a passenger waving to the people in the street. It was here, between the indexes of her thumbs, she circled her fingers anxiously. As the rain poured, It tussled and turned Bringing the gravity of people Around the center of her eyes Like the light that enters a cave as it slowly wakes, Slowly, her napkin politely folded. |
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Bellelady1981 Junior Member
since 2010-09-15
Posts 12Louisiana USA |
WOW THAT WAS GREAT! |
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