A woman stands in the storefront window
She stares incisively at passersby
She never says a word instead
She watches butterflies
Little, green, pink, flowered dress
Sun bonnet on her head
Faded yellow collar
Notebook in her hand
Perfect spot for a writer’s mind
But her hand won’t flex to form the words
Her mouth refused to mumble
So she sits all day pen in hand
The world lays on her mind
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