She seems like she knows where she's going <br /> <br />Barely lifting her eyes off the line <br /> <br />Of her straight away steps <br /> <br />Looking important, in a most casual way <br /> <br />She appears to lead an unrehearshed life <br /> <br />Her hair falls thick as molasses <br /> <br />Shines like maple syrup <br /> <br />And her boot heels click the pavement <br /> <br />In metronome rhythm, deliberate <br /> <br />Her strut should warrant the paparazzi' s shutter <br /> <br />All head and shoulders above the rest <br /> <br />Something mischievous hides <br /> <br />In the fine lines of her smile <br /> <br />She stops beneath the bending branches <br /> <br />Of a Bartlett pear, and there <br /> <br />Blows smoke rings from her cigarette <br /> <br />Leaving behind the stain of a kiss <br /> <br />On a filter she flicks to the wind <br /> <br />With a leopard print, tied round her head <br /> <br />She sashays away, in a peculiar Bohemian way <br /> <br />Dignified and dangerously different<br /><br />Susan Lacovara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harper-2/
