I watched a young woman
brush her hair for sleep.
Sitting cross-legged
she worked from forehead to crown
each stray wisp caught
she wound tight
rolling the band
from wrist over hand
to make a ponytail.

Done, she closed her eyes
resting her head back
against the bin
And I walked on

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