equilibrium, gentle, hum, discard

there is a new tenant on our office floor. on day three, there is still little furniture. no music. papers discarded by the last "lawyer" sitting in a corner. a desk. an oil burner. a pink oriental plant. a change to the floors equilibrium.

there is a gentle hum now, as she goes to and from her office - leaving the door wide open. auburn hair with shoots of fuscia. a gentleness as she smiles in the communal kitchen. she is the only other woman on this floor and i think, in her peacefulness, she hates it here as much as i do.