There is a woman with a cane.
She walks home with a bag full of grapes in the afternoon
She looks like decay
She moves slowly but
She is very stern she is very adamant about her steps you know
She
has a Julia Roberts smile, squinted eyes, soft nose, pale skin, and curly hair
She hates run-on sentences because she can’t run
She hates little girls with pretty toes and the boys that follow them home
She doesn’t wait for the light to turn green
Shewont stand in line when the bus arrives
but the woman smiles at me
hands me a grape
caresses my face
I look at my toes and they are fit
They work, ma’, I swear
Just give them time and they’ll be okay
There is a woman with a cane
There is a woman with a cane