A Single Poetic

She speaks so fluently
In paper-bag words
Stanzas leak from her lips
As water from a paper cup
Her history lies in a wide array
Of unspoken truths and inks;
On grocery bags,
On napkins,
On envelopes,
Right hands
She tends to speak
In fathomless beauty;
A single foot willing
To sink deep into
Puddles of reality and
Precociousness,
Each day dressed
In stunning poetry -
People stop and stare
People stop and stare