Lilt in her intonation looms
Lingers
The tilt of her smirk shapes
perpendicular her skirt
Rim of a petal: a yellow lotus flow
hugging neatly her hips
The clasp in the back:
an etching of a sepal
Her sturdy boots stilt
(not Dutch clogs)
Epoch leather extends
rising up her legs
A fine omnibus of patterns
threads mended…
an umber-nut brown
chestnut heels, subtle
sepia interior
She sashays down the street,
Strangers’ glances ricochet
off her togs
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Will she ever write again? tune in next time to find out!!??!?!?
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