Neon green t-shirt and relaxed hair,
She leads three beautiful Black girls,
All hands linked as she sets them in seats
On the metro.
Face neutral, her task serious, caring for them.
Matching black leotard dresses,
Braids with clear beads,
Dance class perhaps?
She leans over, pinches a nose, smiles
And my whole world lights up,
Lightens, my soul momentarily floating,
Free of the weight of my thoughts.
Coconut Grove. My stop.
I give them a smile,
Silent thanks for the beauty
They don’t know they shared with me.