Proper Tragedy

As sincerely,

as satisfied
as a secret lady can be.

It is nearly one miracle.

A passion!
A failed art with reflection;
manner.

A poor woman ordinarily has little shame,
but she comes with
red knuckles
and
sensible shoes.

She holds secret meetings
with passionate things.
Strawberries.
Wine.
Artists.  A learned taste.
A hushed taste for her.

I see women walk over her. In stiletto’s.
Teal designer hand bags dangling
from rich, white chocolate
perfection.
Proper uniform.

What a proper tragedy!

 

 

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