I knew her one time, met her on the street outside our library
Her black braids entangled, an greying
Her scent of peppermint and wood reeked loudly
Her voice even stronger against the strong bearded wind.
She carries broken back pack, and the little that she carries
Is mystery,but her name we know.
Lena, she said with a smile.
And while I walk away she still has that smile
to carry her a long sleepless mile.