Who is that grey-haired woman
plump-plodding down the street?
She looks tired, care-full.
Two shiny-youngs go past her, laughing, exclaiming.
Tight jeans, long hair loose-flying
free from the future.
She is invisible.
In her mind she feels
Long hair, tight jeans -
She stares back at me from the shop window.
And I realise -
I don't know her at all.