Marco Island, Florida
A woman walked out from our condo building
toward the pool adjusting her swimming
clothes each step of the way.
Looking down from my high balcony perch
I could not see the disarray she attempted to correct,
only her body wriggling the bathing suit into alignment
and her hands tugging at her fluttering cover-up.
Lacking details, I infer her effort was to achieve
presentable decorum in an eyes-on-women world.