dancing with sunlight in her hair

i almost made

a new

friend the other day.

which is rare,

because usually at this point

in life

you have

enough friends

and don't need another one

to confuse

your daily routines.

but she seemed nice

enough

as she approached my car

at the grocery store.

she was very pretty,

well dressed,

her hair done, make up.

the whole grown up

girl thing going on.

i rolled the window down

and said, hello there.

excuse me, kind sir, she said,

but do you have ten dollars

you could spare?

my car is out of gas and i

had to leave

it on the highway.

my kids are right over there

with my mother,

who is ill

and needs several organ transplants.

hmm, i said, then

noticed that she was holding

a violin in her hand,

which she began to play.

and spin around,

swaying to the music

with the sunlight in her hair.