the soul in her simple dress was so happy.
do you remember?
the one with summer pockets;
the danceable one that whirled convincingly
like something cloudy, clouded, clouding.
but now the last leaves on the trees can't bear to
leave the already mourning branches and
it's been hard to say anything new to no one.
still, threadbare, the fairytale slippers will last
with care,
somewhat longer than you expected
from the first:
fresh from the glimmering Godmother,
"sugar pink ballet leather."
mary angela douglas 20 july 2014
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