From the poetry collection published in 2015, Look Winter in the Face.
Green scarf, no hat
short black coat
tall and thin
walking quickly to the parking lot
those legs switching back and forth short-stepping the distance
I can’t hear her heels striking the pavement
not through this double-paned window so
I supply the sound
from inside my own head.
This lady in a hurry
I know nothing about her
She carries no purse no briefcase no shopping bag
no knapsack filled with books no computer case
no suitcase no bowling bag no art satchel no quiver of arrows.
I imagine chasing after her
to find out
if anything from the list above