I glimpse her from afar, a silhouette etched in familiarity.
Yet hers is a presence shrouded in enigma,
Her eyes veiled behind dark sunglasses,
Her hair, concealed beneath a floppy sun hat.
Swift and confident, she strides with purpose,
Legs move in long measured marches beneath a loose sun dress,
A silent mission unfolds with each deliberate step,
Clutching a blue backpack cloaked in mystery.
Beside her, a small white dog struggles to match her pace,
A loyal companion in her clandestine journey,
She never glances my way, a mirage of purpose,
A puzzle, a cipher, disappearing from my gaze.
Lonely thoughts linger, weaving a tapestry of speculation,
A face, a name, a life imagined into existence,
For her power lies not in revelation but in concealment,
A beauty imagined, more potent than any reality.