May 17, 2025
More in Relevance fleeting or fleeing, who knows
Do we embrace the moment, or walk away?
Down on Merrimack Street,
in the window of Chantilly Lace
is an ankle length pink silk Dupioni dress
beaded with pearls -- hand-stitched in Italy.
I stop to look,
wonder how it might fit her
how she might feel loved
and wanted.
The air is cold;
I keep walking.
By the time I reach Middle Street
I've forgotten the dress.
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