Her Reflection
Posted to Action Poetry
by StarryClaire on 2001-04-13 16:10:00
Maybe someday the girl looking out the window
Will notice her reflection
In the glass
Cars move in melodic motions
A habitual dance of conformity
Selfless second-handed
Unconscious meaninglessness
Her red brown hair drifts in the hot wind
And this moment
Frozen in time
Melts into nothingness
Maybe someday she'll shift forward
Out of her palm universe
Break out of her bird cage room
She looks up to the sky blue ceiling
And silently calls for a hero
When rescue is staring her in the face
