1:32 p.m. - 2011-05-09
Mae
You,
secret poet,
shoeless ballerina,
follower of stars,
artist bound by convention
and fear,
there alone in the yard ...
invisible girl,
she saw you
through the chain-link fence.
Ageless and ever old,
white curls cupping
her tanned, round face,
bifocals riding a miniscule nose,
she saw you there
as the fairy's own child
dreaming under the fuchia.
She spoke an alien tongue
of affirmation,
holding you dear.
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