Perhaps they hear no sighs.Maybe noise is blocking the quiet lonely sounds.
The busy noises rusharound organised places
on timewith no time.
She watchesdesiring just one
to look her way.
She keeps her eyes steadyas everyone goes other ways
but never towards
her own sigh-full loneliness.
She is no longer ableto make out smiles
unless up very close.
But she can still see movementand hear the drowning ever forwards.
She remains still, sighing.
A Beggar Woman -- Hughes Merle