Beggar
Lady
Perhaps they
hear no sighs.
Maybe noise is
blocking the quiet
lonely sounds.
The busy noises
rush
around
organised places
on time
with no time.
She watches
desiring just
one
to look her
way.
She keeps her
eyes steady
as everyone goes
other ways but never towards
her own
sigh-full loneliness.
She is no
longer able
to make out
smiles
unless up very
close.
But she can
still see movement
and hear the
drowning ever forwards.
She remains still, sighing.
A Beggar Woman -- Hughes Merle
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