missing words

Difficult to miss 

even in a crowd

-a unicorn

 

I met a girl once in a cafe 

over a cup of coffee

on a Wednesday afternoon 

 

she published a book

of 51 poems 

an odd number

 

like an unfinished lunch,

reminds her of hunger,

hunger to write

 

Her bearing, full white

blouse,slacks, a cap

over black pony tail.

 

A day unfinished

like a poem 

with words missing.

 

I could not read

her books of 

I didn’t know her name

 

or contact her

I didn’t know her 

Where is the land of the unicorn?