She stands nonchalantly against the wall
Wearing country boots in a city street
Looking for all the world
Like she is a piece of street art
I wonder what she is waiting for
Some thing to happen?
Something whimsical?
Or amazing?
Something to make her feel alive?
Like she is out on the town on a Friday night
When everything inside is just fizzing
And popping
And she feels like she’s made of bubbles that are ready to explode?
Maybe
Yeah
Maybe I can see right through her