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There she is in her dirty clothes,
I think she wore that yesterday
(and the day before)
Same stains and dirt leave their mark.
She stands behind the fence
on the pedestrian walkway
On the cement bridge that towers
above the freeway.
(up above the world so high
like a diamond in the sky.)
She grabs the fence up high
and leans into the metal
leaving her shopping cart alone
watching as close as she can.
Her gaze never leaves the sight of the cars
zooming beneath her at speeds of light
She looks at their faces going to wonderful places
But they don't know where she's been.
They never even see her,
they don't know she's there.
But I know she's there
and I watch her as she watches us,
My street angel.