a nervous new guard in full maroon garb of a uniform
finds the elevator and steps on -
glancing
around at the Starbucks cups and sharp eyes of America's
elite work force.
the elevator stops, the guards moves his eyes back and forth,
smooths out his uniform front, looks up,
and jaunts off into the mirroring marble lobby -
golden hearted as the gilded edges of the lights around him.
dresses and high heels flutter in the light
and reflect on the marble floors.
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