Friday, February 8, 2013

Seemingly



After closing,
she walked.
The hotel, several
long blocks away.

Shaking her head.

Seemingly
unaware of crazed
panes.
Seemingly
unaware of broken
bottles.

Glint under
lamp. Crunch
under step.

Shaking her head.

"Of course."

Black ice.

"You were both wrong."