The Woman
Flowers wilt as she passes close to them;
Accidents happen when she becomes a pedestrian;
Tea freezes when she touches her cup in a restaurant;
Men forget they are married, and follow her sensual siren.
Although she may be a “victim” of dark, coincidental “chain reaction”
(according to her male suitors’ assumptions), invisible accusing fingers
from Mother Nature or Law of Physics seem to be pointing at her.
If Sherlock Holmes was here, he would first ask her why
she always carries a golden apple with her.
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014
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