She Stops


She Stops

She stops, her hunger unsatisfied
By all the goods on display.
Easy purchase for the empty soul.

She stops, her needs unsatisfied
By all the attention given
By many men eager to hold her name.

She stops, her desire unsatisfied
By all the hollow satisfactions offered
For her hungry mind to feed on.

She stops, her eyes searching
The bluest of endless skies
To watch a hawk flying free across the clouds.

She stops, she smiles at last
And turns again to face
The growing possibility of another new day.


Published by David Hadley

A Bloke. Occasionally points at ducks.

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