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Her Reflection

Posted to Action Poetry

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