The Woman In The Peacoat Poem by Alicia Mogollón

The woman in the green coat
the kind of green pea coat i automatically
associate with drifter,

homeless?
and her golden hair a coiffure of disheveled dreadlocks
she sat lounging at the Starbuck's uptown Burnside
smiled as i sang along with the music

'never got over those blue eyes...'
her own eyes shimmered pleasantly
her face was beautiful, i thought;

and she wanders about now
here at the bookstore
where I'm soon to clock in

browsing the art section
a peaceful smile playing upon her lips
such a piece of art herself