Z Poem - Her Scarf

"Hermes !", she said, but I knew it was Dunnes
The woman with the fake face sipped her wine
Why? I asked, does she still run
She shugged and continued to dine
When I first knew her, she was a nun
Devout and demure in her convent black
Always alert and ready to run
In silk scarf or hermits sack

MF &; MWC
October 2001
Nerja