Walking down the street I paused,  because 

even from a distance,

I knew it was her

 

On the porch, after midnight 

her silhouette made barely visible by

dim lights of interior rooms

 

hip jutting out

supplementary angles

an outline I recognized all too well

 

There were several others there,

jazz music mixed with their conversation and

more than a few empty bottles 

 

I kept walking