An unusual scene at a city stoplight,
A hooded stranger in the noon light,
Body shrouded in a long blue blanket.
The figure utters whispers on her plight,
Cuddling unbridled tears in the blanket.
Onlookers avoid her gaze and she theirs.
Passersby kept their distance; she hers.
Sadness cloaked sound from the ether,
But, her emotions spoke volumes there–
By the tender way,
That she held in gentle sway,
That long blue blanket.