Pedestrian Crossing

By Zeny May Dy Recidoro

Her legs covered with pennies,
scars from precocious child's play,
round, vivid, permanent skin.
And her skirt billows around her legs,
warm wind passing through her.
She stands one foot
forward, about to cross,
(no signal to move on, still she-)
she steps off the sidewalk,
pennied legs carrying her across
where trucks and cars and angry
metal rattled on concrete,
the world speeding under our feet.
She passes unscathed to the other side,
some girls are just born lucky.

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