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POEM: at north atherton and west aaron

at north atherton and west aaron

she was crying into her phone
as she walked across the
nearly empty bank parking lot
“nothing is right” she sobbed
I caught her eye because
what else could I do
she looked away quickly
not embarrassed, just too
ensnared by heartache
to do anything but watch
half-heartedly for passing cars
trying to save her body
from what was clearly
happening to her soul

4 November 2013
Oak Street

Published in My poems Oak Street Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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