Charades

The look upon her face, more eloquent than anything
Her tongue contrived to say to me, has told me what
I need to know. Once, it said, “How nice to see you.”
Once, it said, “Why don't you stay?,” but, then, the tongue
Grew silent, and the face around it disappeared. In a village,
Such as this, a whistle stop, a couple blocks from end to end
And side to side, there's only so long one can hide. Now,
Suddenly, she reappears among some racks of women's
Clothes. The tongue is held, but not the face, which,
Once it sees me, sighs, and says, “Oh no.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-01-12 at 01:35

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