Black girl at the bus-stop,
Talking and laughing into her mobile.
Her old (if you want to call it "old") accent is glorious,
But what makes it even more so, is the fact that lightly,
Slowly, sweetly, her "t"s are beginning to soften,
A song
            on a breeze
                        on a breath
                                    through the leaves
                                                of an ancient