Cool night, different from the muggy day, head tilt to the side, feet propped on tough black net of metal,  wear the blue superman shirt, warm yellow light makes her cheek glow- just a little, 'I want to be carefree' she sighs, incense reaches our nose, silver wisps of smoke cling to our skin, eyes travel a path of puff up, up away, into the nest of baby stars (not twinkling, but there to stay) and still, the laughter beneath reminds her of something, someone gone.