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

Susan Lacovara

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harper-2/