She is grey now
a shawl wrapped around heavy shoulders,
as if the sidewalk might trip her and
her gaze is ever downcast.
Ah, but she was once a curiosity
dressed in a single colour:
black or red or blue
With feet that never hit the ground
she lit up dull street corners and quiet park benches
skipping across sidewalks
the way water bugs dart across clear glass ponds
not on the water~ above it
She was a bouncing ball full of motion; exuding it.
Little children chased after her because of that energy
Little children and I.