The Woman Coming Toward You

The woman coming toward you
is trying to hang on.
You can see it in her eyes,
her wary sidelong glance.

The woman coming toward you
is trying to hang on.
Her clothes flap loosely in the wind.
Her red shoes clash.

The woman coming toward you
carries the patient rage of her mother
and her mother before that
like that cracked plastic handbag.

~~ Elizabeth Romero

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