SunlightA white shirt, dark glasses, the streetLabelTu es mienne, Paris — woven into the collarFacadeHair blown across her face, the building behindOff dutyA coat over the shoulders, going somewhere
CrossingLate afternoon, on a road she crosses most daysAfternoonHard sun, a shirt half undoneParisMorning, and nobody has stopped for the cameraCaféWicker chairs, a doorway, black and whiteCornerAn oversized shirt, jeans, the corner of a building