Walking

The woman walks 

She walks

A hip-swaying

Loose-spine

Summer-day

Walk.

She don't

Come-hither,

Don't- you- want- me

Walk

Nor oh-I'm -so-scared-

They- might-look- at- me 

Walk.

She swaggers.

The woman swaggers.

She don't

Blokey-stiff-knees-

All-shoulders-

My-balls-are too-big

Swagger.

She

Swash-buckles

Horn-swoggles

I-own-my-street,

spine-unravel, breathe

And fill-my-space

Swaggers.

The crowd parts around her.

And the sun shines.