Later Poem by Ivona Sophia

I will wear a coat too long and a red scarf
on a warm or windy day. I will have time
to kill or time to think. I will walk alone
with hands in pockets, careless stomping
in a muddy puddle, ruin an old pair
of shoes. lonely. It will be a Tuesday
or Saturday, at noon or late evening.
time will not be a problem anymore.
I will count steps walking forward and
backward. east or west. up and down.
I will stand motionlessly waiting for
a sun to shine or snow to fall. quiet,
old woman, empty handed. without
seeds for birds and makeup. wearing
a coat that's too long. with your scent on it.