La Vagabonde

(dedicated to Colette)

As she takes off her costume
she contemplates
life's meaning
strife in the Middle East
and next door
her next meal
why he had to leave
what she has to fear
and the destination of
a small solitary
tear rolling
down the side of her face
and onto the table
where she sits
and stares
as she takes off her costume

R. Laban

3 comments:

Patry Francis said...

...Always one of my favorites.

MB said...

You pack so much into that one little tear that becomes the focal point. Very effective.

rdl said...

this poem is very old, but still one of my favs. thanks guys.