Sashaying, as a kite
looking down on the canopy
while flying over trees,
a swishing tail
tied from pieces of red cloth.

She choose scraps of paper
with idiosyncrasy,
just to annotate addresses.
Collected them in split wood baskets
stacked on table tops,
between the stained porcelain cups.
Leaving little room
for today’s thoughts to collect

Under a furrowed brow,
she bought the best color
the highest thread count
for the lowest price
red fluffy dress,

simply to go unnoticed.

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