I used to know this girl who wrote a lot. So much scribbling. As a favour to her I thought I'd put up one or two things here. Be indulgent, it was a long time ago and she was young.
Staring Out a Quiet Schoolroom Window 17
In silence there is the beauty of reality.
Beneath a blanket of traffic-hum
Peace, monotonous and uncontrasted, goes unnoticed.
Nature within artificial angles
Has roots in the earth,
Green among brown.
The evergreen autumn tones of buildings
Contrasts with the twisted trees, spring green.
Like footbound girls they are formed to man's conception of beauty.
