She can’t decide
if she’s coming
or going. If

the RV
with her family
name painted
on the back
speeds past her,

(how can it not
with her traveling
on foot)

she won’t curse
the whipped-up
wind that hits
her calves
from all directions.

Won’t forget the hemp
rope bracelet
they used to wear

year round
to keep laughing
gull calls

fresh in their heads
on the darkest
winter nights.