Staring - Poem by Ronen Sigan
Waiting for the traffic light to turn
I could not help but stare
In the car next to mine
a beautiful woman was at the helm
I stared with great awe at her
shiny golden hair as it mirrored the setting sun
Her golden necklace glimmered a galaxy of bright young stars
She did not look back and was focused on the traffic light
Suddenly with no warning she broke down
and cried using the steering wheel to hide her face
Her cry was fierce and tragic as if some awful thing had come
It frightened me but I still kept my stare
What is it with this place?
I asked myself, that even beauty
turns to cry!
It is not this place, my soul said
You are so used to phony movies
that you cannot recognize true life
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