Pose

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

I walk across the room for all to see
And I stop the lights they blind me
I turn and stop striking my pose
I am now primed from my feet to my nose

I am waiting for all to take notice
I hope the cameraman’s camera is focused
For I am ready to walk back
I am ready to retract

I see no faces in the crowd
I just know that the oh’s and ah’s are quite loud
I finally make it to my friend
Me the model with the final pose for
The End