The bobby pin was bent,
it looked like two fingers making a peace sign.
It fell from her black hair,
and landed on the blacktop in the hot sun.
That is why it glistened.
My shoe stuck to some gum,
which had also landed on the sidewalk.
It was less glamorous,
but evidence of human life nonetheless.
Gravity does not wait
for me to finish my ambitious errand.
The sweating summer street
today is full of fragile life glistening.
