In the narrow hall of an old hotel,
dimly lit, smelling of mahogany,
I walk toward the elevator - navy suit, silk blouse, high-heeled shoes,
leather briefcase filled with charts and checklists.
We almost touch as we pass,
you are going the other way - beige uniform, white sweater, crepe-soled shoes,
plastic buckets filled with soaps and sponges.

You look at me to see
if I find you invisible, as many do,
we smile and quickly nod hello.

A man's voice on my cell phone speaks sharply.
Yes, I say, Yes I'll be there in a minute.
A man's voice on her two-way speaks sharply.
Yes, she says, Yes I'll do it right away.

Our eyes meet, kick off their shoes,
pour a glass of wine, and settle in to talk for hours.
I step inside the elevator, stare
at the mirror until the doors close.

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