The white-haired woman
leans against the stone building
as wind caresses her hair
into strands of gossamer curtains
hung in an abandoned window,
a beckoning of a handkerchief
to catch her suitor’s eye.
She waits at the corner;
she stares down the street
like a weather vane ¬–
north, east, south, west.
She waits with her hair
caressing her neck
like the way she remembered
once long ago.