the manager

the old
lady, pushing her
steel cart,
waiting
in the sun
for the bus
to arrive,
says hello
to you.
you say hello
back.
she tells you
that she used
to work at
Garfinkle's
downtown when
she was younger.
I was the manager,
she says.
her blue eyes
catching sunlight.
they are as blue
as melting ice.
the bus arrives.
she gets on
and leaves
without saying
a word more.