Divas' Intelligentsia

It was black and white
for Derby Day. And brown
for a manicured hand
leaving a silver trail,
like a diamond garden snail
down a torso in a birdcage
on raceday. A threadcount
not counted, but torn down.
A peach, not eaten but inhaled.
A powder room not used,
but talked about at lunch.
A train too full of individuals,
a jittering crowd spilling out
into a greengrass enclosure.
A glass held to a camera
with a big laugh and teeth,
a champagne zoom lens,
a newspaper, a formguide.