Winds blow back the rust-orange cape
and make her braids take flight
as Captain Harlem crosses the the street.
The Captain’s colorful, printed poncho bellows around
her making her look larger than life, her true size.
Poised and attentive, she guides
her baby carriage through the intersection,
the same way she guides the good people.
The shock of white headphone wires
against her dark skin makes me
wonder what music inspires The Inspiring.
