barefoot

her heel breaks

on the way

to the show,

so she walks barefoot

in the rain.

unworried about the city

street,

what might unfold.

she strolls through

the glass,

the tossed cigarettes,

debris

without so much a glance

downward.

across

the boulevard,

the grates,

stones, past cats,

around lost souls

asleep

with wine in clumps

at  alleys.

this tells you something

about her

that she never said

before.