on the faces of the
people she meets;
conspicuously avoiding
their friendships,
counting and recounting
the numbers,
deciding their innocence;
she smiles only at her advantage,
remaining equal distance
from the feelings held at bay;
her song is written
on a bed of loneliness
from which she awakes daily,
wearing a uniform of protection;
her song reaches out to the
people she meets in the
only way she knows how.
April 1987
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