Elderly woman. Pastel trousers, pale blue,
but with green and some red; kaleidoscopic,
because light pushes them with varying hues.
There is a logo, white, high up, between
hip and groin, partly covered, as she sits,
by the base of her large chunky bright-green sweater
which rolls into itself on the bottom lengths.
She hasn't dyed her hair. It's thick, shoulder-length,
almost. (She has broad shoulders. Hunched.)
It doesn't hang together but seems on
the edge of dissolution from one mass,
as if parts of it were separately nourished,
and with differing energies. Her left hand's
pulling at them, in an act of quick maintenance.
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