Woman Wearing Stripes
Out of the corner of my eye, descends
A Woman wearing stripes.
Stranger must’ve seen a ghost,
She’s startled by a mystery.
Flowing down the ramp in hazed silence,
her navy and white streaks.
Holding a brown bag with her left arm,
at a right angle.
She’s carrying with her right.
Stranger stumbling,
stranger caring—
Stranger catching me almost
Looking.
Lugging her stripes down and around
Letting the memory pass like any other.
Leering sternly- acting crazy.
Talk about insanity.
Why is this stranger in stripes following me?
Must’ve seen a ghost.
Was it a woman? She seems to have not
chosen between her right and left,
she seems to never know
whether to wear black or white.
The Woman always parts ways wearing stripes.
Was she really wearing stripes?
I can’t remember.
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