She has
hearse black hair
she rolls it between
her fingers as she waits for her ride
sitting on the edge of a bench outside the
pharmacy
She has sky blue eyes
searching the traffic river
eyes that sparkle even in the fading light
She has four silver hoop earrings
too thin to make music (mute windchimes)
but loose enough to catch the breeze
She leaves a small red notebook
on the bench when she jumps in the car
every page filled with drawings of clouds