Flooded

On the edge of the O'Donnell bridge
a young latino chicky
in a powder blue jacket watches
with her hair sideways in the wind
and
brown waters roil and rave for
waves of yesterday draining to the sea.

The view is tree limbs and darkness
spoiled food in her fridge and
the icedcream stand on the bank
of the river.

I drive past her,
my hair unmoving
inside my comfortable bubble

my gaze at first perpendicular to hers
then parallel.

For a moment
our views
are the same.