Yellow Sweater
A Sunday Poem
YELLOW SWEATER
~ There is an old lady in a yellow sweater
standing in the door of her apartment
yelling into an iPhone.
~ I can’t hear what she’s saying because
I’m in my car, sitting at a light and
it’s too cold for me to crack the window.
~ She sways back and forth a little bit,
looks back over her shoulder,
shakes her head and keeps going.
~ It’s dusk and that ice storm everyone is afraid of has begun,
little shards of snow and ice driving against my windshield,
a gust comes up into her face and she winces.
~ I have a warm home waiting for me,
take out tacos in Styrofoam on the seat next to me,
a tank of gas, salt for my driveway.
~ A car honks behind me, green light, I turn away,
Who’s waiting for her?
I drive home.
So many stories we pass by in our day-to-day.
I love how observant you are.