Words, bless their little hearts, can say a lot of things. They can take the form of a contract, come firing out of mouths like an old gattling gun . They can make people love or hate us, and, in the right mixture, sooth and calm the most indignant customers. This afternoon, words escape me, as a young woman carries a basket of baked goods for sale atop her head, past me on the sidewalk. By the time i turn to get a photo she is past me, only a fleeting mortal being moving across a busy Zona Colonia intersection. At this moment, the only words that some to mind are  ” Poetry in Motion. ” In my mind, she will always be frozen in time, beyond words.      
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