april snow

she has no cat,
no bird, no
goldfish in
a bowl, but her
bags are packed
and she's at
the curb waiting
to find out
in which direction
she needs to travel.
she blinks
her blue eyes
in the april snow.
soon, she says, very
soon, i'm sure i'll
figure it all
out. i'll awaken
from this dream,
and then i'll know.