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i step from the City Circle train- buses' brakes
screech beside me. I look up to skyscrapers-
ready to begin my new position
at an up- market jewelry store.
I walk along Market St. Sydney, hesitant
and hopeful I am on the right street
I am in the stream of other's rushing
to and 'fro- the aroma of coffee and pastries
no time to stop.
At age 16 - wearing Mum's white, high heels,
tan legs in a slim, kick-pleat skirt, unsure
Quite a step up from packing
at the Sky - Bomber's Popsicle Factory.
Ahead a construction site looms- all the men
in their hard hats- the wolf whistles-
It has happened before; the ambivalent feeling
of embarrassment - and shy gratitude.
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2016