balanced like a queen an epiphany in a uniform white with delicate green stripes and a red logo discreetly placed upon her chest: touchdown. o the beauty of the cashier girl she just might understand why rivers bend with a smile like that. I want to ask her: come with me, be all mine. But I don’t. Instead with arms full of supplies I get into my car and drive. It’s getting late. My mouth is dry. A dusty trail is up ahead.