Susan's Neck
Susan's neck was like a swan's -
the first you noticed...
white and tapering,
with a white necklace.
Sometimes you found yourself
looking at her neck
instead of eyes or mouth.
It was strangely done!
You soon lost the drift
of what she said,
for her neck had a life of its own,
shifting, not trusting you or anyone.
5/21/2015
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Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
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