by Toti O’Brien Birmingham Museums Trust He sits on a slight ledge off the wall, his back leaning against the concrete. Dark clothes, a dark baseball hat, dark glasses though it is night time, dark beard cut kind of short. She kneels at his feet. Her mid-long hair a coppery color — not too bright, almost natural, in spite of its metallic shade. She wears an orange top, though it is winter and freezing cold. Low-waist, tattered jeans. Her back looks young — something is agile