The Sybil of Seventh Ave.A shaggy hag in baggy rags
with violet-tinted hair
wears seven sweaters, rubber boots
and worn-out underwear.Her sequinned hat has frayed a bit,
her stocking has a tear,
but if she knew I looked at them
I doubt that she would care.She mumbles secrets, lost in thoughts
she spins out of the air,
and though I think she's sort of strange,
someday I may be there.Karen Tellefsen
kat2@mindspring.com