Woman in a Window April 2020

A woman stands at a window looking out.
The window rises from her middle thigh
to some six inches above her head.
The width of the frame narrows her silhouette:
a framed picture four times the width of her body.
She stares out, apparently seeing nothing.
I have never talked with her,
though we are members of the same tribe.
I stroll briskly, with purpose,
keeping distances between me and her.