iy47ab (01/05/83)
Warning
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They are the grey women:
the misshapen, bulky coats,
the thin sparrow's-legs, the broken wings.
Wherever they go, they are only visitors.
They walk alone; they walk in the shadow
of their own lives.
Sometimes you can see them
in graveyards;
more often, on deserted streets.
They fear the alleys.
They are the nameless victims of solitude.
Dull, grey, they do not blend with the crowd.
You can always spot them, with their dry lips
and haunted eyes.
They have built a world around their loneliness;
the oceans are very deep.
Do not follow them too closely;
you will drown.
****would appreciate any comments on this poem you'd care to give,
either via net or mail. thanks---
Lady Arwen of U.C.San Diego