Pink

She wears a coat of fuchsia leather
beneath a head of artificial corn-silk hair.
She’s like a hand painted image
on a black and white photograph of the world,
drawing eyes like magnets
as she weaves her way through a crowd
that pretends not to look her way,
half of them thinking she’s over the top,
and the other half wishing 
they had just an ounce of her nerve. 



april 2005
Janet Reid