A swipe of red and sweep of black-
She rises, spins, perks and grins,
Grabs her bag, opens the window,
Emerges into the biting freeze.
Down the naked sidewalk,
She hums her teenage reveries,
And across the empty parking lot,
She breathes in the brisk eternity-
She meets two boys on a street corner,
A corner where they and others hover,
Their names she cannot quite remember,
And what they plan she knows no the better.
A swipe and sweep and she is gone,
In rays of light she wakes with a wince,
Then rises with a cough and stretch,
And makes off to meet with providence.
© Evan Lindeman,2016
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