It is mathematical perfection, magical measurements,
vintage crystals on her harness mark her worth,
mark the everything she has felt,
little fake, little truth,  little needle, little fingers and white thread putting it all together as one glimmering dress. Prize horse, override and buzz, running meat, galloping gown sewn in this  first world vehicle and room like a carriage with anticipation and hope with good night sleep. Wagon of a gypsy who is happy for she has got her valuables in her hands.

What is to wait and wait and wait and when one gets the thing one has waited for, what becomes out of that process of reaching out and having reached out and having.