A rainbow skirt of twill on a tiny human smiling, curls that hang somehow straight out to the side branching from cheeks like a thought escaping out, stretching wide between chews of morning bread soft sighs on mother's lap those crumbs keep falling downward and no one sees her thoughts as they abound she watches the sedan try to park then stares at the couple kissing there on the corner her cheeks follow the man who runs with a scowl, his face so wet it drips And now she spots her mess perhaps in conversation with the dog, beneath the chair whose finding all the crumbs and watching too, with a stare