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Jul 2018
Your brunette hair
lifted in a ponytail;
your blue eyes

that lean look
about you,

thin framed,
black and white
check dress

just above your knees;
you listening to music
on your i-pod,

gazing ahead;
and your sister
(he presumes),

with the mother
some factor

of the train station
just left behind
(no not Adelstrop);

and he studying
the brunette beauty,
gives no ear

to conversation
taking place,
but wonders what music

claims her mind and ear,
what thoughts occupy
that brain beneath

the brunette hair,
causing her
to so abstractly stare.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  73/M/England
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