2010/whtdress

I don’t have the white dress
or the tea cakes,
or Libby to have tea
with in the afternoon.

There is a white fence,
I seem to always be
inside of it,
though I hadn’t
meant to.

There was a poster
one year of the white dress,
I liked looking at it.
I always liked the voile,
the tiny tucks and lace,
the way they used to make
christening dresses,
I hung my daughter’s on the wall.
I had a phase of black
in my youth, as close as I got
to the white dress,
back before it was vogue
to anyone but Johnny Cash.

3/23/10