Suspended
A dangerous woman conceals her trepidation
Rapidly shifting eyes move from left to right
Squinting with strong winds along the harbor dock
It is not the weather or the dark that causes shivering
She conspicuously hides a bloodied knife
Under a blackened cape while trembling
Old age hides evil beneath a fabricated dress
Evil eyes below the hood
A lie waits on her tongue to spit at passers by
Ready to fire off profanities like spotted poison
Was that a dead man rolled in the ocean
Water is cold this time of year below the planks
Another person might be inclined to walk away
Thinking perhaps it was nothing they had seen
Witnesses have short life expectancies
This girl will not be taken home to mother
It looks suspicious no matter how you look at it
As far as we can see the harbor dock is soaked
Perhaps in darkness, perhaps in blood, or poor lighting
Skews the vision on the scene
She quiets her self down to the insinuated crime
Covers the harbor with grungy diverted eyes
A sharp object in her garment is unseen
Gives no alarm and the smile declares her innocence
Expectations run high with charm on harbor tides
A man might be inclined to walk away enchanted
Say nothing but good evening as he passes
But… What is that emerging from her person
Overlooking the harbor questions linger
Hang over everything we think is simple
Something solid, silver like, emerges from her cape
Another soul escapes, rolls off the dock if I'm not mistaken
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016
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