Stiffed
Silhouette shadowed upon the shade
While the light behind her casts so bright
Oh, the shape I see, so statuesque
As I stand on this corner, this frigid night
It’s still, but ever so bountiful a form
I cannot believe my eyes as I stare
Is she even dressed or does it matter?
Does this woman see me or even care?
But wait, a hand, pulling on the shade
She will be revealed to my awaiting eyes
What? A mannequin now displayed
Damn! You don’t know how I hate surprise
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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