A woman of some age walked by-
Seemed consumed by her view.
Her gait was a tentative affair
Though, there was a hint of purpose
And intention to her air -
There was also a missing queue
In the uncertain manner in her eyes,
I wondered if she was looking for someone
Or if there was no one...
Or if perhaps, she needed to be found.
It was so quiet where she was bound
I struggled with thoughts that we are sound.
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