March 26, 2008
Two thin bottoms stalk the street, swinging their identical purses. They are out shopping today and taking in the spring weather, these lemon cookies. The wind catches the thin material of their slacks, whipping it around their legs, and it bats their short hair around their faces. They look ahead, down the sidewalk, and not into the store windows. Whatever they are shopping is not on this block. It is somewhere else, ahead, down the walk, around another corner and on another street. But their gait is casual. They are not in a hurry, wherever it is they are headed.