NaPM April 1 2014

[ellajam]

Enough

She clips the bells from the floppy
tips of her cap, slips in unnoticed.
Patient, she listens, hoping to catch
a thread woven throughout the hum,
to make sense of overheard exchanges.
Though she recognizes words, the language
winds, foreign in it's complexity, slippery
in it's simplicity. Half-fluent, in her estimation,
she cartwheels quickly though the crowd, satisfied
with a smile.

Just noticed you snuck in a second one here!

So many fools, so little time.