She Will Go
Like a concise rose
she crosses the lobby
knowing her goal,
carrying it out.
Tick, tock, her accurate feet
complete the flower.
A quiet perfume remains
after six o'clock
when late sunlight
illuminates the office
slanting across the empty desks.
But she has a vision,
that hides within her
like a thunderstorm
within an egg.
One day she'll untie her hair
on vast green fields
under darkening skies
and finally be.
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