Christine Ray – A song overheard
slow morning wake
interrupted
unexpected serenade
‘pretty woman’
sung slightly
off-key with
confident bravado
only a stranger
wandering by an
open window
while wearing
headphones
can muster
another might
imagine it
a command
performance
meant for only
my ears
but i no longer
hold illusions
of ‘pretty’
‘pretty’ belongs
to smooth
soft cheeks
bloomed with youth
the ribboned road
stretched out
smoothly before
bright eyes
promising 2 am
whispered ardor
more years ahead
than behind
i have weathered
into ‘interesting’
cracked sidewalk
each line
each imperfection
holding
a story
to tell
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