A young girl watches you
get out of the car at Wal-Mart
and thinks - one day
I want to be like that! The pretty car,
the nice clothes, the expensive purse,
the perfect hair.
You are the vision
she holds onto, cherishes
in her brokenness.
She will strive to become . . . You.
You are her symbol-metaphor
for success -- a chance sighting,
a living image of what it means
to have made it. . .
out of the fear of less,
out of the poverty of nothing,
away from the cold truth of being