PHOTOGRAPH OF A MISSING GIRL IN A BARBERSHOP WINDOW

You stand in the gray air,
your face a mirror reflecting
the dark shadows of trees.
Clouds drift in the brown water
of your eyes. A smirk squirms
in the corner of your mouth.
Behind you, a yellow blouse
shivers on a clothesline. A crow
hovers in the distanceó a black flower
blooming against the cracked sky.
A red ribbon flutters in your hair.
Yet you wave carelessly
as if you donít feel the wind
like a hand on your shoulder,
as if you donít notice the rain-filled gutter
overflowing behind you,
the trickle of water  like a wristwatch
ticking in your ear. I can hear a cell phone
ringing, an ambulance. My eyes blink
in the black waves of your hair.
A car bumper  flickers in your blue dress.
Itís Thursday, May 16th.
Tomorrow they will find your pale body
deep in the brown hush of water.