You see her on these windy
sun-shot mornings,
walking under yellow trees.
You see her on the sidewalk
in her dull pink jacket,
knit cap the color of burgundy.
Her red-tipped cane swings wide
again and again. She moves with
a bearish shuffle step among
the orange leaves in her path -
listens to the hidden world.
And if you meet her face to face,
though she does this less often
than before, she will ask:
Do I know you? Sure,
I know you from somewhere.