She chooses convenience over civilities
and amusement over etiquettes.
She was exuding life sitting in a slowly dying locomotive.
Children call her 'Fisher-woman' for they have been told
that imagination is not practical and that the time of fairies and mythical creatures was far over
the day the rails made the final bend towards and into their land.
There she was sitting, chatting up a storm among the bevy of fellow mermaids.