she stood in the road
like an angel unaware
and that was just fine with me
nobody's maid
this time
she'd just flown in from africa
a place I used to hear, " let's send them all back to..."

I hear it's a beautiful place
maybe they wouldn't have minded
She is a restful woman
to me
gently spoken and well read
she doesn't tout life

instead with the grace of a swan she thrives