She paints and colors daydreams
A myriad of images both crystal clear and snarled
Although her most appreciative audience so far
Plays hopscotch next to her sidewalk chalk animals

Mornings she is studying in quiet libraries
Serious as a heart attack
Afternoons she is playful
photographing bus stops
flocks of thick coated women
huddled together against the wind

On warm nights she stands on the L station
Swaying with the wooden platform as trains come in
Toasting marshmallows on waves of yellow sparks

Her hands are in constant motion
caressing the world around her
so many rings on fingers but none attached to anyone