She sits neatly, and silently in front of me
on the bus.
The tall seat obscures everything
but the top of her head.
Hair brushed back with the sleekness,
not a fly-away to be found.
Every single strand working in unison to build her style
like ants building a structure.
Brushed bent twisted and tightened
into a sleek clip perfectly positioned.
Hair swirling together
like water circling a sink.