The Skirts of Liberty

Is she beautiful?
We’ve arranged her so
Dressed her in authority
So capable we had her crowned.
She had purpose
Face to future, sentry or savior
They waited her welcoming kiss
Now, back to the past,
She’s camera clutter, a pretty lady
Sold cheaply on down-town corners

I confess,

I looked under the skirts of liberty
A prank, why not, in the off chance
Her creators left practical for poetry
Giving her being beneath the robes,
Hinting at the complexity of coming and leaving,
The harsh blessing of staying

They could have spent the time, the money, the effort–
Extravagance
No, of course notI

expected the skirt
But what if she had knees
At least knees
At least something that could bend