today, i am
that girl with ink-stained fingers, perversely
waving shoulder-length dark hair
emerald green satiny slim blouse
and eyes like dark grey pebbles.
i am that girl who walks alone in the night, through dark shadowed spaces
pushing wayward fringe out of her eyes
and travels with books in the plural.
later
running through the evening
watching the wedding dresses in the avenues
wondering if i'll ever get that far.
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