The Diner - Poem by Adryan Barnathan
Alone, she desires this cluttered atmosphere-
An old woman takes off her plastic bonnet
revealing a mastery of curls
hardly disturbed by the rain.
She sits fumbling with her pocketbook
tugging it tight
between her breasts and thighs.
Eyes cast down
Through the silent glances
masked faces, etched in disappointed frowns
poisoning her air
and yet she is unaware of being conspicuous.
She only wants the company
and does not care about the stares.
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