Wednesday Works: Ode to a Passerby

To you,

In your work attire,

Scrambling past,

I wonder where you walk.

Is it to your place of work?

Or perhaps to the child,

That left the stain of apple sauce 

Upon your pants.

Wherever you travel,

I solute you,

Woman of the workplace,

Who power walks her way to the top. 

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