Reharsal Poem by Ivona Sophia

Reharsal



in shoes too big and a shawl
thrown untidily across her shoulders,
with a strand of hair caressing her cheek,
her smile smudged with lipstick,
she is dressing up before a mirror
like before a first date-
a two-year-old woman.

Thursday, March 2, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,mirror
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