Five-five sandaled feet,
reed slim,
oval face, high cheekbones
soft wide-set eyes,
light scar beneath the left
delicate features,
winsome smile
playing song she wrote
hunkered down, folded ‘round
well-worn 1930s
Harmony banjo found in dumpster
at age fourteen,
flavor of Carter Family in the air,
calmly glances up while
last notes linger

“Hey you, come on in”