shimmering goddess of the uninhibited

When I drive through that remembered town
I slow the car, study faces, postures,
examine how each woman holds her shoulders
wondering whatever happened to her—
that young girl who
once upon a time
once upon this bridge
danced with wild exuberance
in the middle of the bridge, any time of day.
Wearing a Walkman and headphones
she once shimmered and swayed,
lips moving as she sang loud to
the music only she could hear.