She steps out of the limousine
Dark glasses, white shoes,
Hair just so, she steps
Out of the limousine and looks
Around. What does she see?
The man she wishes to avoid.
The woman she doesn’t want to talk to.
The function she’d rather not attend
Today, tomorrow or ever.
And all the while her heart remembers
Wellington boots and scruffy dogs,
The feel of soil in soggy
And so, sighing, she smiles
And holds out her manicured hand.
by Damaris West
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