23 March 2009

October 24th 1999

Upon watching the visages in the room

I look towards a woman

she wears a simple dress

her hair is gray with age

she seems to be reading

some magazine about nothing

carefully pulling the pages

her hands look like prunes

an elderly woman, her skin is like leather

but a bit too loose for her frail skeleton

frail seemingly, but what wars has she seen

I could learn something from her

silently, I observe this woman

sitting across from me in this room

I want to ask her name

instead, I sit, silent

silence prevailed that day

when I had a chance to meet this woman

who might have had something to tell me

something to teach me

I sat, silent


RyanDavid Burningham

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