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Heron Clan: 04-10-22 Princess, One Eye, Maid in City
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Her hair was not,
Her crowning glory.
In fact, it brought tears to her
Most every day.
So, she swept it, that day,
All to one side,
Just to get it,
out of the way.
Its frail ends crinkling,
crinkling with old age,
old age and untidiness,all
swept, all swept loosly
in a one-sided long tail.
Her granddaugther,
at the early youth age
of 2
and a half
Saw
her grandmother's face.
She brightened and chirped,
Oh! her voice twinkled,
Princess hair.
One Eye
One eye crying,
The other left for dry,
The one she faces her lover,
The one he would see,
Streams tears in milky expression,
Slips down her cheek like cream,
Smooth tears pouring,
While the other,
And the lover,
Watch.
Careless of his feelings he said,
Careless of her hurt, she said,
I don’t belong here
This is not my place,
Then why are your stockinged toes,
Hassock-ed and batting up against mine.
She can’t even cry
With both eyes.
Maid in the City
I sat and watched the signal change
The red to green then red again
My coffee turning cool
In the winter shade of the cafe
On a warm December day.
Walking in white tennis shoes
Thick bottomed trainers
White multi striped trousers stopping at the ankle
She clutched the house plant
Still neon green, newly germinated
Fresh clean pot
A gift, or
Her job
Caring for plants in the stores
Around the little city square
Fresh she was too
With messy braids, bright blonde,
A milk maid in the city.
Her white long sleeved sweater hung over a white collared shirt,
She stopped
To wait
Through the cycle again
Never looking right or left to show us her profile
Just a girl in a tippy toed walk
Across the street
With a house plant.
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