A
Friend Walking
I
often walk in our neighborhood
when I
don’t have time for longer hikes.
I
noticed another woman often walking,
slightly
older than me.
She
reminded me of a friend of mine.
She
always wore a visor.
I wear
my “Kenya hat”
which is
really a fishing hat.
It has
a flap you can pull down
so your neck isn’t exposed.
I never use it
because of my shoulder-length hair.
One morning, on our daily walk,
we met at a corner
and as we walked, we chatted
for several blocks.
The weather. The need for rain.
The bright Colorado blue sky and
puffy clouds.
The recent in-town deer sightings.
We reached the end of the street.
She turned left and I turned
right.
I haven’t been seeing her lately
and I wonder if she’s okay.
I don’t even know her name.