On the street longstriding it in the
crowds between stoplights out in the
open she looks so much taller than
in here following the maitre de to
her table for one where she must
make her choice turn away from the
pack hunch into a lower shadow drop
her head make it clear that she will
not try to join them threaten their
order or else brave it out face them
hold a steady smile gaze well above
their eyes drop to the menu and back
check watch twirl hair around finger
play with bangles on wrist swirl wine
in glass keep moving keep moving
now lean quickly at the door like she
expects her mate or friends to come
make more of her run this ancient
bluff while judging escape routes in
case she finally needs to flee.
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