We were all about to cross the street.
It was a hot day:
The kind where you wanted to be off your feet.
The clouds were at bay,
The sky was clear.
Then I saw a girl, my age, in front of me.
I heard the noise of the cars honking in my ear.
I could hear the bee –
She was hiding something.
But then I realized it was nothing
Out of the ordinary.
Just a tattoo.
A wisp of color on her shoulder.