Thursday, February 25, 2016

Woman With A Typewriter

( For Enid and others)

She puts her portable

across her  knees --  a  red shawl

flung over the hedge


and shuts  her eyes

waiting to type.  The keys

covered with light dust..


A  breeze lallygags

through the  willows

bringing up voices from the beach,


a blonde girl, a sea gull

a freckled dog --  characters

coming to vacation

along  the coast of her mind.


She hears a bicycle bell

in the distance. Someone

is returning to swim --

or something else...


The words roar. A restless surf

and her fingers dive in.



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