Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

This Woman


A blurry snapshot is held closer upon inspection.

The previously reinforced responses, now withheld.

A heart beats, leaving behind it blue smoke.

 

This woman remembers good advice.

Sit up straight, eyes forward, and legs crossed.

In a stretch, she found herself changed.

A substitute unfamiliar, and anthologized.

 

Her sharp knees opened up the path to her intersection.

Never to be forgotten, how they shook in ambiguity.

As condensation, began to form on her rims.

Traffic signals turned from red to green.

 

At a moment this woman was exposed.

Her resources spattered in warm berries.

A moment enhanced but quickly compressed.

The sounds of sighs, and momentary residence.

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3 thoughts on “This Woman

  1. stanzas 2 & 3 … wow

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