At the time,
she was not, the President's wife.
And, at the time,
he was not, the President.
The lens clicked and captured,
candidly, a moment.
The picture: a place
in time, forever stands.
At that time,
X-Corp's stock was trading, at ten dollars, ninety-four.
And, at that time,
Commodities were trading lightly.
Shares fell. Then, increasingly,
the markets tumbled.
The things, on which
"real" value can be placed, stand.
Today,
She is the President's wife.
Today,
X-Corp's stock trades at a dollar, twenty-five.
"Sold!" The auctioneer's gavel crashes.
And so, into the night, with hands barely
covering her modesty, motionless
walks the President's wife.
