The ponytail atop her head is askew,
Her cat’s eye glasses are smudged,
Her two piece suit is rumpled and
Her slip is showing.
She’s balancing a sheaf of papers and a laptop,
A lunch bucket and a hatbox with a torn lid.
Like Shiva she needs 6 arms and only has two.
I’m disappointed at first…
Then I gape in awe at her exquisite blue-and-gold brocade
High heeled shoes.
My breath becomes prayer as I ask,
“How do you walk in those? Can you teach me?”
A smile splits her face, revealing magenta lipstick
On coffee stained teeth.
“Just put one foot in front of the other, Sweetie.
Take one step at a time.”
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