It's Still Life

The Woman at Burra Bazar Ghat

There’s a distant
beauty about her,
and she shines
like a glass of water.
Sparkles
like early morning.
And she sets her wares
to sell, brasses and
copper bowls,
stacks them close
as eavesdropping
ears.
I’m reminded
of her
whenever the sun
shines across water.

Day 26: write a shine poem. Photo is from unsplash.com CC:00