Chilanga Sprinkles

She sells flowers
Between cars
Her feet ache 
And burn as
The heat rises 
From the 
Asphalt
Though her shoes

She sells flowers
Between cars
Her hot face
Glistens in the 
Sun
Sweat stings 
Her eyes
Under her
Dirty
Broad-rimmed
Hat

She sells flowers
Between cars
Her cracked lips
Smile
At drivers
And passengers
Who stare
Ahead
Refusing to see 
Her

She sells flowers 
Between cars
Her lungs
Struggle as
They Inhale 
Black exhaust
Plumes
And hundred degree
Air

She sells flowers
Between cars
Her weathered
Hands 
Looking older than
They are
Hold a sign
Flowers
Two dollars