Harper

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