Goddess

January seventeenth/
four-fifty-five PM/
east thirty-fifth street/
second floor office.

I on street below/
stop and spy, scene above/
woman walking past window/
white blouse, black skirt, orange file-folder/
Quo Vadis?

Are you a goddess on-high,
holding some mortal to task?
Your garments give me pause.
Are you Fortune or Discord?

Puma/MMX