I was on the final stretch of my morning walk to the office, rushing along the last two blocks, dodging strollers and cyclists, and I caught a glimpse of the legs and feet of a woman just in front of me that left me thinking long after I’d passed her. She was wearing black orthopedic shoes and white fishnet stockings. Dissonance? Bravery? Self-esteem?
Before I entered the office door, this line was rolling around in my head “Her shoes were black and sturdy and her stockings, made of lace…”. I put that on hold for a couple of days, let it develop, and it took me to a place I did not expect. Fragments of my long-ago life in the US, mixed with the Joan Colom photos of the Barrio Chino (red-light district) of Barcelona. Bravery and self-esteem? Definitely!
Her shoes were black and sturdy
She had a voice could split the heavens,
She couldn’t get a day shift.
She takes her lonely strangers,
She asks for no one’s pity.