A old woman

“How long have you been standing there?” I wondered as I caught the eye of the crumpled old lady. As I saw the old lady walk past I could see deep channels of time, etched into her wizened surface. She looked like a little girl, looking at a lollipop with keen eyes, alight with mischievous youth. As I saw the old lady, I could see her cracked lips furling around her gums where her teeth once stood. After that I saw a young man running up and down the street. He had rich indigo velvet, folded carefully to frame his face.