Fitting

Behind the window glass:
pink satin and a shape
as fine as crystal goblets,
a silver spoon.

Each day I paused
in my heavy brogues,
admired the smooth ties
and slender, tapered heels.

Then I stood at the center,
ribbons laced at my ankles,
chandeliers cutting light
in seven directions

and a brace of men, graceful as in turn
they took my perfumed fingers.
The viols played all night.
My rose shoes matched my gown.

I could not save enough
to pay the price for slippers.
One morning they were gone.
I crossed to the street's other side.