I dreamed her in a pale pink dress with one starched petticoat
and a matching dollbaby purse and she has pursed lips too
and is seen from passing cars a teeny phenomenon on the avenue
determined as all get out
inching her way along the pavement and across the old bridge
over the green river and if that isnt the spookiest thing you ever made
up my sister said, I don't know WHAT is
she's walking if you could call it that on bendable legs
and she has rooted hair that never blows in the wind
the crybaby doll what can't she pretend she played with us
too long not to know all the games and there she is in the rain
with a pink parasol
dogs cross the road when she appears
cats skedaddle
farmers take their loads from town and say to the kids
we'll come back next saturday mebbe closer to Christmas
because their horses rear
at the ghostly cry baby
all set to rob the candy store.
the toy store and to get herself
(small as she is)
one tall orangeade.
mary angela douglas 17 october 2020
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