Harmonics

No one knows the girl in the green coat by the window.
She’s a writer, and she’s listening
for tones and temperatures.
She’s looking for subtle clues,
the kid in the back of the class
drawing on her desk –
paying attention
without intervention.
No one knows the girl in the green coat by the window.
She’s just had her heart broken,
and is holding back tears.
The noise all around her becomes a blurred harmony,
and it wraps her up inside its chaos.
The girl in the green coat,
just fades
and fades.

M.