The Beauty Conscious Neighbor Of Mine

She walks slowly to the coffin
Bends a little and has closely seen

The dead woman’s face
Her neighbor for 360 days

Then she goes back
to her Seat
beside me, and fans her hair

'Closer', she whispers to my ear
“She needs a good make-up, dear”

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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