to the right blonde hair brows, a furrowed line appears above her brow, yet she seems content to sit in the cold, the yellowed package upon her lap, she wears a sweater embroidered with red, I wonder if haunts inside her head, ever take control of her heart, she carries a bag in the colors of the earth, rust tones; and i wished that I could speak, but knowing myself and the words I wished, my shallowness holds them within me, caught in thought this immortal picture, the stern look upon her face, she almost looks sad, as if something bad, has shadowed and stressed, that place inside of her deep so deep, red laces that tie her shoes, I wonder if I could overcome being shy, and approach her her hair pulled back simplicity, I imagine she is friendly, this girl to the right, but as it stands, i'll get up and leave, and her immortal description, imprinted with ink- upon time........ by joshua farmer copyright 2000 11-29-2000 outside the Plemmons Student Union