threadbare, ah, Cinderella
in your threadbare shoes
you could dance as well
as anyone could
not only under the circumstances
what is circumstance to dance,
to you?
let the creek rise
let the flies die slowly
on the ceiling fans
when there's no more summer music
to recommend
ah, then in your dreams of gold arise
and spring from the net of sorrow to surprise
the enemies of joy,
of threadbare enterprise
floating over the barricades of
the merely worldly wise
and stentorian.
mary angela douglas 26 august 2019
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