She was saying mad things: <br />'To hell with the world! <br />Love is all you need! Go on <br />and get it! What are you <br />waiting for!' and she walked, <br />more like shuffled up the street, <br />her eyes fixed upon the distance. <br />People stepped self-consciously <br />out of her way. Straight up <br />stood her hair, wild. <br /> <br />What are you waiting for, <br />snarled from her lips. <br />it seemed directed to herself <br />really, to someone inside <br />with whom she fought. <br />The shredded hem of her dress <br />rustled around her.<br /><br />David Ignatow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-illusion-14/
