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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 18


I see her two three times a week
sitting on the balcony
when weather permits
here in old Italy town
in what's left of North Beach

her robe slightly parted
thumbing through the pages of a book
taking no notice of the people down below

I watch her stand yawn
legs like sturdy pillars that stretch
to reach the sky into
the boundaries of my mind

my eyes beg to read the pages
she turns with sensual fingers
wanting just one quick look
one intimate journey into the pages
into the space between
the parting of her robe
a journey to forbidden places
a flight back in time
to another place another world
high on a balcony where I too ignore
the people coming and going down below

  A.D. Winans