She is old

and brown.

Wrinkled like a walnut.

Her clothes and bags

are tattered and worn.

She peers into the

train station mirror

and carefully, carefully

applies the hot, pink lipstick

with her pinkie finger.

Moving her face back and forth,

she observes her handiwork.

Satisfied with its vibrant glossiness,

she is ready to face the day.

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