Zakeliya leans against whole houses to rest her legs.
Taller than them, she can see onto roofs and into backyards,
but she never allows herself to look.
She bends down when speaking to people at their windows.
They always ask her to get them groceries from across town.
"Please," they say, "it takes you much shorter a time than it does us."
She never turns down a request.
She can always be seen
loping up and down the street,
carrying five bags of groceries in one hand
as the other keeps sheets of long black hair out of her face.
She treads softly to avoid tripping on cars or stepping on people.
All the dogs hide as she strides by, and the birds fly a little higher in the sky.
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