Thursday, September 23, 2010

Waiting for the Bus

inside, I'm plaid
eight years old
ready for school

red, black, some white
intersecting lines
on twirling pleats

but--no plaits
my hair bobbed, still
add forty years of gray

2 comments:

  1. The contrasts -- inner and outer, physiological and psychological -- are sharply impressive.

    The poem is thematically framed by the opening and closing lines.

    Nicely done.


    Chen-ou

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  2. Many thanks, dear friend. Your comment means a lot to me. ~Kay

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