examine, for a moment
the curve of her fingers
how they rest softly
upon the faux oak table
on occasion, a finger will tap
in attempt to recall a past love
a wonderful pair of shoes
or a reason to rise
from a position of comfort
to continue on her day's trevails
she is easy to forget
your passing eyes wander to sleek
flowing hair
and legs that runway starlets possess
she remains in her corner
lowering her eyes into a book
awaiting rescue
Terrain
she is all soft corners
and smooth terrain
upon examination
she inhales the scent of hyacinth
on a breezy spring day
no one is around to probe her
this motionless ritual of avoidance
keeps her sane and
she closes her eyes
the smell of gasoline invades
the sound of passerby's feet
reality is rough terrain
harsh and demanding
Natalie Lorenzo is a 24
year old poet from the
East Coast. She has only
recently begun pursuing
publication. She also
enjoys photography,
drawing, hiking and has
an unhealthy obsession
with Panera breads.
