The Girl in The Window

 
The girl in the window
looks at life through tinted glass,
seeing the world in sepia shades

The world looks back
through parted, weathered lace, 
and only sees half her face.

She sells her memories for nickels
on a table by the street,
and people come just to see her past

But they don’t understand it.
They see the brightly coloured trinkets
but not the cracks. 

			
                        april 2004
	



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Feb 21, 2005