she was in modelling she said
there is something in the way
the lapels of a jacket cut to
fit a woman's form follow her
breaths and she was wearing a
seriously well cut pinstriped
suit over a startlingly sharp
waistcoat and a glowing white
soft cotton turtle-neck shirt
feet snug in understated soft
black leather flat heel shoes
her dark satin of hair lay in
a curtain almost teasingly up
to the triple tip of the neat
white handkerchief poking out
of her jacket's breast pocket
something in the structure of
the bones of her face reminds
me of a girlfriend long since
forgotten who like her smiled
that broad and generous smile
easily distracted i find that
i have lost the thread of the
conversation about the models
modelling derivatives markets