Like a picture in a black frame, she boarded the train
In one step as the sun set behind the town. While dots on dice
Flashed on tables, she admired her dressy black sandals and
knew she was ready.
Remembering a painting, “Darkness to Light,” she had hope
For her life again.
The train roared under a black night sky whose stars sparkled
With increasing brightness on her way out of town.
Headed for home, she closed her eyes.
(c) October 2011, Robin Lawrimore