In the park was a woman wearing a white, muslin summer dress,
the skirt of which reached below her knees.
In her hand was a straw hat with a blue ribbon.
Norman Rockwell, I thought.
Her face and arms and ankles were tanned by the summer,
her brown hair just touched with gold.
The sun behind her revealed in silhouette her slim body
through the cloth. She swung the hat as she walked.
She must have felt me looking for her brown eyes turned
to me with ferocity and ordered that I look away.