Her brown eyes shimmer
and blink in the sun.
a tuft of blue
between her teeth.
Her hand waves at me.
Rows of red, blue and yellow flowers float across her dress.
She smells like apples.
She lives in Laos.
In her garden
grey water drips onto her carrots from the hose.
Her black hair twirls in the wind when she walks home
and her shoes clack on grenade-colored cement.