Sitting by my office window,
watching people moving
along the street far below.
Every minute a girl walks
past my window, hurrying
to an unknown destination.
Yesterday she was busy stepping out
of a waiting car as her younger
self passed by on a pink bicycle.
The older woman barely glanced
at the young cyclist, in her hurry
to cross the street for a meeting.
The young woman on the bicycle
was thinking about her boyfriend
and not getting grease on her dress.
Today the cyclist is busy stepping out
of a waiting car, barely glancing
at her younger self on a bicycle.