Wherever she is,
She stands out
From the crowd
We all see her.
Her empty opal eyes,
We can search
Only reflect the light.
Her luscious lips
Firmly closed together
Won't answer us
Her mystery haunts her.
Surrounded by dragonflies
Ignoring us,
She stares openly
At the vacant sky
Above our heads
Waiting, loaded word,
So many possibilities.
Incognito she is,
Incognito she stays
As we walk away.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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