The Girl in the Black Scarf
Sudden snapshots of sweet serenity.
The prespring, end of winter trees passing by,
Surrounded by the overbearing gray.
Then I see.
The girl in the mirror, staring back at me.
Awaiting her sorrowful future.
The girl in the black scarf.
She looked self loathing, fearful, curious.
Continuously staring back at herself, for an answer to who she really is.
The conductor calls: Yaphank!
Discouraging her from her deep stare inside herself.
As she turns away,
the mirror continues to stare back,
And always will.
