Stiletto

Long slim legs walk with practiced care
in stiletto heels across the mahogany floor.
Keys jangle as they are dropped on the glass table top.
She lowers herself with sinuous ease to the sofa,
kicks off her shoes, lights a smoke.
She takes a drink from the glass she carried in,
leans forward and sets it on the table.
Blue gray smoke rises, mixes with
the ceiling fan and swirls away.
A while later noise from the party down the hall
filters in and she realizes he’s not coming.
A tear forms in the corner of her eye.
Standing, she wipes it away,
picks up her shoes and keys and walks to the elevator.

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