Twirl
She would twirl on a picnic table in the park
if the twilight was still warm,
if the winds were soft and smelled of wildflowers
Dance
She might dance on the corner next to street musicians
inside the tight audience circle,
but only when the moment struck her
Run
She often ran across a field
chasing flocks of birds
catching none
Twirl
She sometimes twirled the ends of her hair
tight little brown knots around her fingertips
staring into the distance
Focused on her world
not ours