in her little black dress, she stood
I bore witness to a goddess
laying claim to a nation undertaken
by neverending storms–stoicism
epitomized . . .
I bit my tongue
sensual words hung from it
and I needed to be professional.
I needed to see past
the little black dress and into
her heart, her mind, and her spirit.
this is how you lose the old you
in order to capture the new you
and grow apart from them both
that little black dress
taught me how to step back
in order to move forward
and she agrees.