with tiny stitches tiny seams, gold trim.
for a winter cotillion.
a 19th century air
cloud drifting on an inward stair
chiffon, a trailing sash of blue.
and she'll half raise her hand
as if to upbraid the snow
under a glass dome
then with a rosebud smile
indicate that she's at home
hearing my sister, Christmas good
play Tales from the Vienna Woods
on a toy piano.
mary angela douglas 9 december 2021
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