Seemingly innocent, she sat on the bench,
while life passed by.
Substantive alone and faceless,
hiding her secrets from them.
Strangely invisible she was against the greenery
noticeably silent from the city bustle.
Young and unaware she hijacked
ignorant people’s progress.

Little did she know that she was being watched,
played with in a world she was playing in.
In distance, the faceless was hijacked,
forever trapped in someone else’s photograph.

Poem: Annailo 2008
Photo: K. L. W. Mathisen