A dark-skinned woman,
With a hijab covering her hair,
Strides down the sidewalk.
Her clothes are dark.
She blends in with the night’s shadow.
Her destination is unknown,
And she whips her head side to side,
Checking every alley,
Every nook and cranny of the city,
But her quarry is nowhere to be found.
There’s something dark and mysterious about this poem, some unanswered questions (the best kind), a sense of danger and foreboding. So much packed into such a small space! Nicely done.
Thank you!!