and as she paused <br />at the store window <br />her mind which was rose-gold <br />that day, poured in a <br />shining stream out through <br />her eyes and through the plate-glass <br />door while the air-conditioned <br />dark richness of the salon <br />opened its black velvet arms <br />to greet her and even the security person <br />smiled at the star-sparkle in her hopes <br /> <br />and when she’d tried it on she walked <br />towards the window beckoning him <br />whom we had not noticed <br />to come in and take a closer look <br />honey he said you look just beautiful <br />how can I look at the price tag when <br />you look so great in it? <br /> <br />when she came out and he <br />had melted away into the crowd <br />as if he had not been <br />she was carrying wrapped in tissue happiness <br />the silky slither in a shiny bag <br />which proved the truth <br />of what he might have said<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0019-shopping/
