degrees and a hard wind
is blowing
off the Hudson, straight up Broadway.
but the girl,
a model of sorts
is in a dress above
her knee.
a black sequined thing.
she's leaning against
a wall,
that could be marble.
it's white
and her lips are pink.
she puts her hand to her
forehead
as her vacant
eyes are focus
on a faraway point,
as if looking out to sea,
while the cameraman
clicks and clicks
and clicks
until he's pleased.
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