Happy in Red, With Earmuffs

Poem for a Wednesday

Teenager Doing Ballet (AI Generated)

Someone just put their phone down on the opposite retaining wall, 
crossed the street, 
stood between the properties of two neighbours to the north, 
and did ballet,
from there to my car and back again, twice, ran back over,
to the wall,
picked up her phone, punched it a little, swiped, smiled, and ran south 
down the street.