She seems like she knows where she's going
Barely lifting her eyes off the line
Of her straight away steps
Looking important, in a most casual way
She appears to lead an unrehearshed life
Her hair falls thick as molasses
Shines like maple syrup
And her boot heels click the pavement
In metronome rhythm, deliberate
Her strut should warrant the paparazzi' s shutter
All head and shoulders above the rest
Something mischievous hides
In the fine lines of her smile
She stops beneath the bending branches
Of a Bartlett pear, and there
Blows smoke rings from her cigarette
Leaving behind the stain of a kiss
On a filter she flicks to the wind
With a leopard print, tied round her head
She sashays away, in a peculiar Bohemian way
Dignified and dangerously different
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Love this one Susan! ! ! That's me about 25 years ago! Right down to the leopard print! ! ! Thank you for this one! I'm going to make this my reminder of the me I was poem!