Her black Converse
crossed at the ankle
absorb the weight
of her day. Serious
and focused, her mind
searches, contemplating
what—I don't know.
Brightly adorned
in turquoise and red,
her aura doesn't align
with the gravity
written in the stare
of her eyes, the line
of her lips. What
and why—I wish
I could answer, lighten
the lines, lift her smile.