PETITE PORTRAIT

‘Miss Pringle, take a letter’, said her boss.
Compliantly she brought a memo pad
And perched it on her pretty knee, and filled
A page with graceful shorthand hieroglyphs.
 And then, with intent head inclined toward
The heavy desk, she typed them on a grey
Loud-clanking Remington… efficiently;
And how adept her slender fingers moved.
When lunch-time came, she gently laid away
Her fine-rimmed spectacles, and deftly walked
Into the street; her daily promenade
To gaze in windows, pat her silvered hair

~ Stanley ~

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