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| She is caught
In her red triangular Sad face of wish, Reaching beyond, The shoes And the wishful Stockings, watches, handbags Outside the woman red Where the green says It is alright, buy it. How she dives one way And the other way. How necessity keeps her on her toes. Children as ghosts. How all this is caught Inside her head, A thin layer of white Covering this up. |
