For a brief second,
She relieves herself of the intense conversation
By brushing her blonde, shoulder length hair
Out of her blue thin eyes.
Her black suit jacket opens slightly
As a cool summer breeze rolls through the city –
Revealing a casual white collared button up
Worn by successful businesswomen.
She yells into the phone
Like a lioness roaring at her mate
Who has tripped over their cub
While moving too quickly for the morning rock.
Her roar penetrates the skull of the receiver
Like a rusty, foot long train spike.
She gestures like a female praying mantis
Ripping the head off its undefended mate.
With her final bellow, she angrily taps the screen
Reflecting the sun’s bright rays.
Then just as angrily she flings open the door to the cab
Drops her thin black suitcase inside,
And slams herself down after it.
