While looking for a costume,
just some fun to be had,
I found it at a thrift store.
High collar,
sophisticated,
the train stretching out a foot long
lace trimming,
still mostly white,
with delicate flowers.
Only one stain,
on the end of the train,
makes a light brown blot.
Perhaps a guest spilled coffee
walking up behind her,
or maybe a drop of tobacco
spewed out of her grandpa’s mouth.
She was just my size.
A perfect fit.
I will take it to the cleaners.
It will look like new.