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Sunday Vision Of Lady Certainly
Lilac is blooming everywhere;
its scent is heavy on the sunlit air.
Clad in your long dress (of lavender hues)
and purple nylons, almost opaque,
you shyly declare
the very thought of the burden of shoes
has no place here, so you left them back there.
This---this is a Sunday afternoon place,
an image of redemption and grace,
like a volume of bardic poetry,
beyond the reach of worldly perfidy,
inviolate to carnal deceit,
with a peace that nothing can break;
a site of comfort to souls and stockinged feet.
Starward
[jlc]
