Frances Carleton #55 - Fifty-five

She stands statuesque
all six foot eight
seven inch black patent
silver latex
from ankle to wrist to neck
tiny corseted waist
accentuating
                           her

Black bob wisps in spring breeze
catching in crows feet
on laughing ruby lips
Sydney heat and company
highlight elegance and poise
out of time and place

He say: you look amazing

A shimmy and glide of the crimson manicure
accompanies a Bristol baritone:

Rubber 55, I’m smoove all over