Posted by in Poems on Aug 11, 2013

These dresses moved with beautiful

and witty life; they had a swing

and lift, music visible;

fragments of light moving in a long room;



vivid in repose, like orchids, peonies;

the girls who wore them full of hope

that had no reason to be vain.


There is a stillness in the room

waiting politely to burst out in lively laughter.