While house sitting in Philadelphia after many months of being on the road I went to my old neighborhood in search of her. She was waiting for the number 21 bus and it was the first time I was getting on with her deliberately. I didn’t want to break our pattern and introduce myself, so instead I occupied the space as a fellow observer of the world. I took notes for the poem while studying the many hair wraps, shirt collars, and a myriad of expressions often in the same face. After a few blocks our eyes met as usual but she not only smiled she nodded. When I returned the nod my smile was one of my favorites because it was for my déjà vu friend. She got off the bus at 36th Street and I continued to write and observe to 69th Street.