at north atherton and west aaron
she was crying into her phone
as she walked across the
nearly empty bank parking lot
“nothing is right” she sobbed
I caught her eye because
what else could I do
she looked away quickly
not embarrassed, just too
ensnared by heartache
to do anything but watch
half-heartedly for passing cars
trying to save her body
from what was clearly
happening to her soul
4 November 2013
Oak Street
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