woman sitting

A woman sits alone, a cane her only companion
perhaps she is resting her legs a bit before going to market
perhaps she is waiting for her lifelong lover to meet her in the gardens
perhaps she’s remembering a time long ago when they sat at that place and first kissed
perhaps the flowers inspire her to watercolor a vision
perhaps she dances with imagined young feet to a song that she sings in her head
perhaps she is lonely, perhaps she is homeless, perhaps she’s enjoying a breeze
perhaps I should sit beside her a while
perhaps she will share her story…

Her story will remain a mystery unless we make connections.

This poem was originally posted on August 24, 2016.

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