A woman, stationed precisely
between statues of George Washington;
faces destroyed by weather;
the crush and heave;
endless; dug beneath
the sturdy squalor;
the visible lunatics;
stunned; baffled; fleshless;
blazing with lesions;
the pungent, meaty-smoke;
the bleat and the strum,
of three boys,
and a girl
chasing pigeons.
A quick spatter of an awkward moment,
she turns her mouth away;
offering her cheek;
a corner of reluctant reflex.