First her shadow then her voice
followed by her body
she sings an old jazz standard
of soft soulful wisps
straight from the heart
leaning on the cart
which holds her
belongings
she walks slowly through
the subway car
withered, yet not wasted but
obviously devoured
by life's many
hours
worn out, worn down and
reduced to it’s very
essence
slipping a dollar in her cup
as she walked away
it was then i remembered
how once we felt
