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?
edgarone2
You captured the whole mystery and magic of the unicorn
Thank you.
I tried to remember if there are unicorns in Harry Potter.