Rush hour

She was rain caught for an instant,
the sudden downpour taking her by surprise;
momentarily, elegance slipped to haste,
a brief battle with the designer umbrella
commencing as she regarded her
reflection in a shop window.

I smiled to myself, imagining the preparation;
the careful enhancing of too thin eyelashes,
that last glance in the mirror
to reassure perfection,
as she feasted on organic green tea,
a thin, barely buttered slice of toast.

Then she was gone, lost to the crowd.
Only the tip-tap of high heels
leaving a lasting impression;
her aspirations fanning the margins
of my mind as I wished her God speed 
and the promotion she so clearly desired.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

snapshot perfect...you could win the lottery before her ladyship sails into these words, meanwhile many of us smile at her promotion

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Amazing how someone we don't even know can leave such a lasting impression on us and leave us in a mysterious state of captivation.