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Part two...

From the back of the room
Not needing to hide,
She heard them discussing,
The girl on the pavement outside.

What they assumed to be her,
Was perhaps roadkill they found.
But when they looked they saw her
Broken and torn on the ground.

And she knew that once more,
And yet again she was not,
What they saw when they saw her
But merely whatever they sought.

So she stood and walked by them,
And out the front door.
Past the gate stuck at one way,
And to the highway once more.

And as she passed one looked up.
She thought he saw her, but then
He looked down, mourning the loss,
Of one who stood five foot ten.

She was joined by the boy.
They met up as they planned.
She turned left at the corner,
And she took up his hand.

"Does it hurt?"  he asked quietly.
"Being invisible I mean."
"Not a bit", she replied.
"it only hurts to be seen."

Does it hurt when I see you?
His eyes wide, and voice thin.
"No son it does not,
For you see what's within."

"Where are we going" he queried.
The only question put forth.
"To find the Lizard King" she told him.
"He sings on a ranch in the north."

They walked long into the night.
And until the sun rose again.  
And then a little bit further,
Until they were nothing again.


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They may never know or even see,
What's on the head of a pin.
It is not the woman who dances,
But the angels and demons within.

Author's Note

aaand done!

Reviews

[roarke]

comes into perfect clarity now. A rare work indeed, full of thought and grace and originality. Bravo.

[EMF]

OK. How many Angels can dance on the head of a pin?17. Good an aswer as any. How many poems cause me to laugh out loud and fel just a tad sad. Well there's this one. Stunning. Damn it. Desk enroute.

[Marie]

Beautiful, if a little obscure. I especially like the end; I don't know whether that's yours or not.

[Chris]

they last stanza is really good...