She's not catching the bus this morning

Exhibitionist: She's not catching the bus this morning
               
                 
And so      
she lets him watch      
as she rises from the bathtub,
slick, with bubbles sliding down her naked body.      
   
After a      
slow show of her      
preparing for her walk to work,
the neighbors are keen to study her gait.      
   
Walking      
in the    
brisk morning air,      
she opens her coat      
and shivers from the cold.      
   
Side streets she crosses,      
one by one,      
as she walks to the signal.      
   
The long street she walks down      
early morning alone,      
is a canyon of limestone      
townhouses on both sides      
   
that bounce back and forth
the persistent meter
of her stiletto pumps,
echos like pistol shots.      
   
Tenants in their robes lean
from their windows above,
struck by the vision of her,
and no one seems to mind.