Noon Concert Poem by Dorothea Grossman

Noon Concert



These frail, white widows
who get their hair done weekly
in tight curls,
like little flowers,
bend their heads
until the applause
says it's time
to be brave again.

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Dorothea Grossman

Dorothea Grossman

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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