Impromptu-At The Traffic Lights

Her hands were on her hips.

Her torso was in a twist.

Head held high

She broke into a jig

In rhythm to a music

Blaring from a car

Brought to a standstill

At the traffic light.

For a moment she seemed to care not

For the world around her.

It was as if she wanted

To throw away the burden;

Of sorrow,

Of ignominy,

Of hunger and poverty,

That always rests heavy

On her frail shoulders.

Mesmerised, I watched,

As she danced,

Against the backdrop of the flickering amber

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