Juice Woman

A lot of Vietnamese sell freshly squeezed juice at the roadside in large plastic cups. Every morning a lady sits on the pavement along from my apartment and gives those oranges what for.

I seldom see her face or eyes; she's wrapped up and always looking down away from the blazing sun, with her conical hat resting atop, as papers and crisp packets blow by.

Sometimes I see her little, fat nose poke out from beneath the coverage.