#Whatdoyousee A Face at the Crossing

A face; Glittering, Glowing, Multi-hued, Stare at me everyday At the street corner. When the traffic lights turn red And my car is halted She takes the opportunity, To show her painted face; Surprising some By her sudden appearance, Making a few women scream, Panic writ on their face. She, with her painted face, Just … Continue reading #Whatdoyousee A Face at the Crossing