Bag Lady

Her breath, short sharp gasps
That cloud briefly,
Before dissipating;
Invisibly blending
Into the surroundings.
Glimpsed,
Noticed for a second,
Then forgotten
Forever.

The city, her home!
No doors
Only doorways.
No welcome mats,
Only the façades
That fate has unambiguously
Denied entry too.
Boundaries
Clearly drawn!

Across Trafalgar,
She trundles
Perambulated
Possessions.
Her flat mates,
Deftly dodge the
Wheels of her carriage,
‘Cooing’ Acknowledgement;
Not welcome

She observes them;
Envies them
But begrudges them not.
One day,
She too will fly;
When powers
Beyond her comprehension,
Decide she also, has earned
Her wings.