Steve Haberlin

“This Way”

Strangers
She walks us
Pushing her bicycle
Wagasa in hand
Blocking the non-existent sun
From her porcelain skin
Back of her jet-black hair
Bounces
And I wonder
Could I be so trusting?

“American Geisha”

Tall, slender gait
Under the cover of oak
She, alone, holds
Her ornate umbrella
Her pasty thighs
Brush against
Her tight black dress
As she disappears,
Carrying her culture like a purse.

 

Steve Haberlin
Doctoral Student, Elementary Education
Department of Teaching and Learning
University of South Florida
Tampa, Florida