Watching the young woman, <br />in the restaurant where you could leave <br />your cell phone at your table and expect <br />to find it when you came back, <br />Her gesture in speaking to her companion <br />Was a movement <br />neither vulgar <br />nor improper <br />Only emphatic. <br />It was not new nor of the heart. <br />My daughter of fifteen <br />has moved to this choreography. <br />The switch <br />In the darkness <br />Of my mind <br />Goes on! <br />Aha - <br />Barbie has struck again!<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghost-strike/
