on the upper side of town.
From outside I heard not
a sound.
In front of me stood a
headless woman
in a boring ballgown.
As I sat here looking
lovely in a blood red
shade
and tried not to stare.
and tried not to stare.
Her gown had no bangles
or bows.
Just a plain boring
gown whose bodice was
not even low.
Almost a thing of woe.
Where her head was I
could not see.
I did not know.
As I sat there and
wondered what she
wanted of me.
Her fingers were there
with golden rings
everywhere.
And
her hands, too.
Even her unfortunate
serviceable shoes.
I wondered what those
hands could do
for the beheaded woman
standing there
if she had no head with
thoughts to hands
to share.
As I continued trying
not to stare.
"Pleasant weather we're
having", I said to thin air.
She waved her hand as
if to say she didn't care.
And just went on
standing there.
Good manners prevailed
so I tried again.
Determined that her head
was there
I would pretend.
"What a lovely gown you're
wearing, my dear", I said
as I addressed the
badly dressed
woman standing there
with no head
as I sat there in blood red.
She blatantly ignored me
so I rose to my feet and
said "if you'll pardon me,
please,
now I'm going to bed"
and then I walked away
regally
from the
badly
gowned
woman with no head
in my lovely ballgown
a shade of blood red.
in my lovely ballgown
a shade of blood red.
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