laika karu is a prolific writer in the creative writing group. Here she writes about a moment in time. The detail makes the poem exceptional. ENJOY!
watusi by laika karu
dirty windows imprinted by god knows what
rays -- dust swirling in a light hazelike memories
this cafe has really gone down hill
I hope no one touches me
reflections of weakness
she thinks to herself trenches a little too deep for defence
eventually swallow you whole
listening to the cry babies at the next table - a reminder of a family
wondering if they could would they put you "down"
like some inconvenient dog....
rousing yourself to focus across the room
where the watusi sing songs of revolutionon National Geographic
but there are no subtitles
so you don't really know for sure
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