Rae

Rae quickens her step.
Almost home!
She thinks proudly of her little purchases:
boxes of cereals,
pieces of fruit
swaying in a three cent white plastic bag.

Rae wonders if the boy with long, girly hair
walking in front of her
smokes just because
he likes the smell of
campfires.

She passes by a park table
where some men
huddle around
white pieces of paper
with pencils in their hands
and wonders what they're
talking about.