Saturday, July 27, 2013
Some Folks #1
She walks, socks wrapped with duct tape, everyday.
Yes, everyday she appears on one of two corners of a suburban intersection.
Asphalt bordered by buildings and an empty field. Intersected by fast moving vehicles.
She carries red flowers in her backpack.
Her skin darkened by sun, her face pocked by lifestyle.
She walks. She dances to something heard through over sized headphones. She dances to the sounds in her head.
Jazz poses bring her to a full stop, frozen on the ground in the handicap curb-cut.
She sits on the empty cement steps to an unopened building. She sits on the bus bench, going nowhere. Sometimes alone. More often with others who frequent this corner.
Sometimes she sits, head down and silent. Sometimes her head, thrown back in laughter.
But always going nowhere.
She moves through her day, her mornings and evenings, wrapped in layers of cloth. Layers of her life.
Each day she is there, walking...sitting,
alone and with others
her stocking feet wrapped in duct tape and flowers in her backpack.
~NAE July 16, 2013
*Inspired in part by the amazing People of the Street series by Lynda over at iWonder