Prophet

In an effort to cross the street

she raises her hand

a prophet giving blessings

The traffic halted

Dressed in pink sweats

and magnificently poised

the heavy woman

illuminated by the sun

floated to the other side

Staring in store windows

her distorted reflection

is a pink pillar

One by one pedestrians fill

the kaleidoscopic canvas

with blue sky

like misplaced water above

Entering the reflection

in dark, grimy threads  

a street woman becomes

the shadow of Pink Prophet

Shifting in and out of the canvas

cars dart like startled fish

Then Pink Prophet moves on

and the dark shadow

limps down the street behind her

a tattered rag doll  

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from my sixth book-length manuscript

©dah / dahlusion 2015 all rights reserved 

"Prophet" was first published in

'The Canon's Mouth' (UK) as "Pink Prophet"