deep
lines
in her face,
she braces herself on her cane,

one 
loose shoelace,
she stands
hunched over in the rain,

brown
life-scarred 
skin,
she’s trying to look both ways,

mud 
splashes on her 
stocking chin 
by a taxi howling through haze,

fading 
sight,
she’s not 
looking for any remarkable feat,

alone at the 
light,
Grandma Bell
struggles trying to cross the street