Big old big rig

eighteen wheels long

grinds to a halt.


Jose looks left,

then right,

then left again.


He sees

on the far corner

a grain of sand-

five at most-

with an oversized

baseball cap,

hiding her face

but not her long,

deep black



Anita raises

her tiny fist

to the sky

and pulls down

nothing but air.


She repeats.


And a third time.


A smile and a burst

of an air horn

send her skittering,

clapping, and giggling.


Dan Linehan