She walks slowly
along the quiet street
cars passing now and then
a cigarette between her fingers
and music in her ears
to the left
houses (Spanish style) and swaying palms
to the right
a body of water rolling lazily along
all look quiet
peaceful
yet
all hold their secrets
the houses
full of closets
skeletons
secrets
the water
nurturing life of predator and prey
and she holds the secrets of her heart
tumultuous emotions
sugar sweet
and
blood red
crashing together
rolling along on the waves of sadness
she stops and sits
hoping to draw peace from the river
not knowing they are the same
full of secrets
and hidden passions
not yet ready for the world to see
