we'll dress up in cherry tulle
and weave the sparkles in our hair
and we'll pretend that we are dancing
on the sidewalk, anywhere.
floating in a lilac mist
just en pointe and all of this
while we catch the bus to work
or wend our way through winter's murk.
mary angela douglas 7 december 2019
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