A girl

She…
built herself a cave out of cloths
With the laundry rope and her pink flower hair clips to hold
that she bought in a french tourist shop near the sea
with the money she earned in cents
by selling her paintings in the street.

She sings
no words, just hums and vowels
every sound a vow
to her intimidated play
in her cave.

Figures in her hand
She
has them in her hand
she paints their faces grey
and blue
and true.

Here, she is powerful.

Oh lovely deary me
I love you.