Wings

She was waiting outside my window.
The color of midnight
and the promise of mystery
on her wings.

I tried to ignore her.
I was too busy for a story.
I had ordinary to feed on.

But she didn't leave.

Everyday I looked and
every day she was there.
Waiting.

Monday I did the shopping
Tuesday I washed clothes
Wednesday I vacuumed
Thursday I cleaned
Friday I grew wings.