Red nails and army boots.
Diamond earrings and an army uniform.
Camouflage.
A matching cap tucked away in her carry-on.
Blue eyeshadow against her lovely, brown skin.
Cared-for hair pulled into a tight bun.
A sweet looking face sitting across from me on a cramped plane.
My eyes fixed on her.
She had a je ne sais quoi.
On her way home.
Or on her way back.
I didn't know.
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I absolutely love your poem; very evocative. Excellent.
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