• woodsorrels 9w

    The Lady In Dignity

    A rickshaw stopped
    By the Gulmohar tree
    And out succeeded a lady
    Decked nicely
    In a chiffon white petticoat
    And a sea-blue corset
    With a wreath of green spirit
    Tulip bulbs in her left hand
    Her face looked youthful
    Like a morning mocktail
    And her sangria hair tuned into
    A crown-braided bun
    While the fairy dust above her head
    Clipped my gaze,
    She disappeared into
    A California bungalow
    Her heart was a library
    Carved in his memory
    For the darkness
    He ripened into stillness
    And for the love
    She wrote in her diary