So much depends
Upon a momentary alignment
The red dress draws the eye-
Opulent, silky,
Assured,
in a simplicity of line
almost oriental.
No mannequin defines it-
This dress will fit any woman
size 6,
with the right plastic, and an
exclusive enough party at the Ritz.
Look again, and see the woman in the red dress,
racing through the silk
across the ancient Place
like thousand — no millions before,
— silk weavers, seamstresses, mothers,
poets, patriots, pioneers–
No sleek limousine for this woman,
just one lone motorcycle waiting.
In full stride
She crosses centuries of silk,
Swinging her arms free.