Walking Home

I’m deciding whether to step or hop

“Are they noticing me?”

The sunshine is all around

I looked ahead of me, eyelevel

I was a little right-heavy

and my curl brushed my cheek

I used air from my mouth

I saw her standing perfect poised beneath a cable box

perched and looking at the sun

She was beautiful and proud

But she was a broken tree branch

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