When she wore the hat
She became transformed
A woman to be reckoned with
No flighty, peroxide dish-head
To be emasculated by some un-masculine
Urge of a roaming bicep.
No.
Her nerve was grounded in the center of the earth
An unmatched beauty ushered from her form
A mystical power, borne across time
Channeled through the diadem of an Egyptian Queen
The wisdom of the ages gleaming
In her eyes.
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in New York Minute, An Actor's Memoir, Indelible Mark Publishing,2017)
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