Jan De Raeymaeker

Witness To A Trip - Poem by Jan De Raeymaeker

I was the witness to that trip
A lady of haughty hold striding boldly by the Green
Her confident step clipping, pencil suit sharp
Thin-rimmed glasses, logo-trimmed: a clashing match

An uneven flag snagged her
Persuaded her high-held heel to sway
Made her fumble, for footing, for sure
The suit creased, the glasses tipped - a bit
And a collective strand of long mousy hair swung ponderously
She steadied herself, settling the braids
Used her phone-holding hand to tuck it tidily away

Then looked around, covertly
And spotted me finding her lapse
She knew her lowered moment had been captured
Knew that professional persona had been publically ruptured
And she detested me for it
For being the sole witness to her near collapse

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 18, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, July 18, 2014

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