she jumps off
as the ball-bearing wheels
whirr on her flipped ride
grabs a poem from Poetry Rock
sits with it in both hands
head down
inside a curtain of dusky curls
she slow walks every phrase
lingers with the lyrics
invites them inside
like friendly strangers
and detects they have
something important to say
then with a paper fold
and pocket tuck
she pushes off
I love the days
she cranks up the speed
as she pulls away