CRAB WOMAN

by Marc Carver

An old woman comes toward me,
slowly,
she is lopsided
her right shoulder down towards the ground
as if
she was carrying cannon balls in her two bags.
Her other shoulder is up
and her hand straight out
as if she is skating on thin ice.
I don't need to get out of her way because
she is walking sideways.
Taking the scenic route
always a good idea.