Alone, she desires this cluttered atmosphere- <br />An old woman takes off her plastic bonnet <br />revealing a mastery of curls <br />hardly disturbed by the rain. <br />She sits fumbling with her pocketbook <br />tugging it tight <br />between her breasts and thighs. <br />Eyes cast down <br />she is <br />unmistakably, fearful <br />Through the silent glances <br />I watch <br />masked faces, etched in disappointed frowns <br />poisoning her air <br />and yet she is unaware of being conspicuous. <br />She only wants the company <br />and does not care about the stares.<br /><br />Adryan Rotica<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-diner/
