Black Sandals
If my mother had been Asian,
She would have probably looked
Like the woman on the metro
A few weeks ago.
It was something in her
Wide temples, it was
Her short black hair,
Her small, clever hands, and
The intelligent fingers
With modestly long
Fingernails, but most of all,
It was the straps of her
Black sandals around her
Dainty pale-skin ankles
Set off nicely by medium-
High heels that spelled
My mother silently
From the floor of the
Metro car.
She would have probably looked
Like the woman on the metro
A few weeks ago.
It was something in her
Wide temples, it was
Her short black hair,
Her small, clever hands, and
The intelligent fingers
With modestly long
Fingernails, but most of all,
It was the straps of her
Black sandals around her
Dainty pale-skin ankles
Set off nicely by medium-
High heels that spelled
My mother silently
From the floor of the
Metro car.
2 Comments:
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Thanks! -- that's exactly what I try to do most of the time: capture the essence of the moment. In fact, lately I've been getting more and more into photography, as I find poetry and photography have lots in common (the way I see them). It'd be lovely to synthesize them, somehow. I will check out your blog; in the meantime, take care.
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