Fleetingly she goes

in her brand new blue dress
made by the village seamstress
off a magazine

she feels so happy today
and rightly so
her daughter called to say
she just got engaged
and her son got promoted
last week

so happy and gaily about
she walks with a trot
a spring in her step and
randomy smiling throughout

Fleetingly she goes . . .

(taken in Brugge, Belgium, by Don Miguel - il Signorino, 23 February 2008, poem is made up)