A word from Anne. An encounter from yesterday.
We hear screaming as we leave
the Blowfish Bar after lunch.
A teenage girl and her parents
are now laughing and hugging
and staring at a gold statue
of a woman on a bicycle
suddenly come to life. Soon
a young boy is mesmerized
as he walks by her. She starts
pedaling, his eyes widen, his mouth
hangs open. He runs to catch up with his dad.
All around people are enjoying
this spectacle. She must be hot
in her painted outfit and makeup.
Sure, she has a tip jar but, can she pull in
enough to make her antics worthwhile?
She never smiles, she never laughs,
she just keeps pretending to be a statue
then coming alive to shock. How did
she ever even think of this? I watch
for another minute but she just stares
straight ahead going nowhere, a gold
woman on a gold bike, frozen in time.
I swallow the lump in my throat, add
to her tip jar. I feel Gary's arm, warm
from the sun next to mine. We walk on.