Perhaps She’s Just Well-Travelled

I saw her there:

A Chihuahua in her purse,

An exotic cigarette held in red, red lips.

Wispy rings of smoke surround her like a shroud,

And when she turns…

A quick hair flip.

Strands part to reveal immense sunglasses —

So dark they block out more than just the sun.

An impenetrable fortress

Amongst the gleams off windshields and sideview mirrors.

She’s a Jet-set icon.

Her cell phone to her ear.

Lost in conversation,

Perched in perfect balance on a vintage Vespa —

First guess: a Veloce 1971.

Oh Goddess of asphalt and concrete,

Perfection in blond curls and the latest fashion.

European by recent descent?

Highly likely.

Though perhaps she is just well-travelled.