a relic placed on the bench. she has
gone & i ponder if she is on vacation
do the homeless go on vacation? her
large owl eyes, her pear shape, the dirt
and smell that poured out her pours
so near a river, a fountain moments
away. and she would sit for hours not
moving, no movement - just solid
contemplation of the people who stepped
by and tried hard not to see or hear
or even breathe. i wonder if she is gone
perhaps in love, or perhaps in death or perhaps the same
