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Dress in the Window

It is the colour
of a prairie winter sun–
palest of yellows,
sleeveless, it’s bodice
richly embroidered
with small, dark blue
and dusky rose flowers,
train trailing serpentine
like a question mark,
in the shop window.

She sees a life
together with him
shimmering like a mirage
in the desert sun of his absence.

What if he performs
(for the third time)
his magician’s trick
and makes her disappear;
turns her dreams and desires
into the yellowing pages
of a mage’s book?

This dress
of pageantry
burns theses words

She does
She will
She loves
She wants

like a brand
into her heart.


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