Outside the Falafel Cafe on Euclid St.

The little girl walked down the loud city sidewalk covered in a puffy white fake fur coat with Eskimo hood contrasting her dark skin, she reached straight up to hold her mother's hand. Her mother stared straight ahead, the little girl peeked at me and tripped on the crack. She still stole another look back, I smiled and whispered, cutie-pie, then thought Stella, then asked my mother if she liked the name Esther.