her dress was blue gauze
                           because there wasn't much there,
                                                          ­         for hair, or makeup
                                                          ­             after her breakup, she went to the mall and used
yes uses, the outdoor steps for a changeroom, putting on her polka dot pjamas, once that
could be used, for the game of twister.
                                           Poor sister.

She took it all off in the downpour,
                     she chose not shower, the water was too cold and refreshing,
                                               make her catch her breath while wretching,
                                                      ­  no one walking by found her fetching,

they all turned away as they walked by,
so did my wife and I but she checked
and confirmed, the stairs were her change room, she was putting on dry clothes
she had three overstuffed bags, her feet were cold and wet, her socks were wet,
we did not see any shoes,
sadly her angry looks at
the invisible people she
muttered too
uttered curses loudly
kept anyone wanting
to help far away, as far away as Oz,
whoever wanted to be a bridge for her troubled water,
and all she needed and all she wanted was a dry place
to lay herself down,
sail on, silver girl
sail on by,
there will be serious prayers for you tonight, because God does not
make life trivial, we do,
take your bags,                                                            ­          He will cover you with wings
and your baggage, in your hands,                                   He is sufficient, to provide for your needs
is all that you own in those purses and bags, but you are not alone,
even if you have been given up for lonely.
Will someone be sent to help her?



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