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Ideas
I saw a purple sky this morning.
Deep purple with the sun's warning
of pink slashes of clouds.
A woman on the bus stands
And speaks to the public on her
Cell phone. "I'll meet you at the
McDonalds" she says firmly.
"and put her pajamas in the bag too"
She sounds like she is in control
Or at least trying to be; when her
Words begin to fade. It starts
With an "Oh, can you, uh-huh" and
Ends with a murmuring pattern:
"Uh-huh, uh-huh okay mm-hmmm"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh okay mm-hmmm"
None of us are sure what is
Going on; but we all have our own ideas.
Divorcee? Housewife? Working Woman?
Adulteress?
Yet now this woman, on the bus,
Whom I have never met, is the center
Of my thoughts. I could be thinking
About anything else but I have to be
Dragged into her life by a cell phone,
A conversation. I am not sure
When I began to lose control. It began
With a slow hummm of a bus. Moved into
A "I think I'll..Umm" and ends with a
Monotonous, woken broken bed again-
Woken broken bed again.
I'm not sure what is going on
But I have my ideas.
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