She wanders about restless,
like a thing trapped by imaginary walls.
A Coggle Diagram about If I could roll back the years would it play out differently?, There is something so seductive in the fragility of birds., Is it you Nadja? (A waif, who barely touched the ground as she walked., A ghost who floated spectral above the pavement. and Spectral with her head held high.), Nails bitten down and painted, like the surface of a weather beaten door., There are families waiting to depart here in the café., The truth is I don't want to go., To my left a woman more like Nadja has arrived. , . (I think of you and know I am also outside of that life, and its securities.) and I will be in the city by early afternoon today, its streets, its time, its history is too much to think about.