I saw her through the car window,
as she started to dance for the pigeon on the sidewalk.
Looking vacantly at the bird,
smiled thinly as she raised one arm,
and pointed the other to the ground.
as if poised to lift her leg in dance.
As my Uber sped to never see her again,
I thought of Shiva
the Cosmic Dancer,
And It’s strange and fleeting avatars.
“Sanctity is a form of attention.”
I heard once on the radio.