Two women
I saw them
Wonder woman and light-dressed
Both active
One to save
One to give
I could not take my eyes off of each
Yet question: "What is what, tell me why? "
First was film, documental a movie.
Second in bus-stop of morning
Think of both
I am lost.
If you weighed her hair, clothes
Hair was more
Skin shined waiting there in sunlight
Hair and dress both black; bitumen
Part-covered, most nothingness
On shoulders two straws, as noodles
Bare were feet to her thigh, abdomen
Floating hair in breeze; a wheat farm
"Two women...so varied! ! ! "
I drove while thinking...
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