"There was my name up in lights. I said 'God, sombody's
made a mistake'. But there it was, in lights."
            -Marilyn Monroe

Her white dress stands over street vents.
The vertical press of two ivory breasts
draws cleavage up from collar bone

Down to Kennedy's valley,
or at least that was the rumor.
Brown Starflex paparazzi flash

Shower red and blue across sidewalks,
as they say, 'Like a babe in the woods'
she stands tenderfoot, caught in the highbeams.
 

Torches of thunder send yards of white
linen to flicker like bright flame
against a pitch night
 

Whose millions of eyes
travel up those bombshell thighs
drive back down with her ensemble.