Pink Sunset Lit Worldbyvrosej10©
eyes on her hands, the pins, the dress dummy,
she hurries unaided; slaved all last night too
still stitching beads, lace; the wedding's tomorrow
people gossip on the street below, a baby cries;
she sighs, checks the darts, the seams, the hemline
a pause to push a dark tress behind her ear
and only on tea breaks, dreams herself a bride.