on New York stools
a window seat without glass
watching the passerby’s and listening to taxi’s.
it’s a Philadelphia cheese steak while dreaming of travel
not far but far enough to see what roads are beyond this window.
cross legged while the band behind her warms ups
a stand up base with curves from the neck and strings like hers –
the night lights will be coming on soon
and she’ll have to depart
-she’s never been this far north of 125th
and baby steps tell her that Baltimore or maybe New Jersey first_
wouldn’t be that hard to do.
to be DARING….small steps beyond what we know…..