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By Belinda Submitted by Belinda Date: 2010 Jul 31 Comment on this Work [[2010.07.31.11.30.27571]] |
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I’m not haunted by the Ghost who walks the halls of my house and cold spells of where she stood and a sweet lilac scent lingering from memories Instead after all these years it is the white lace dress that will not go away came back from consignment the other day sways in the breeze every time I open the closet door taunting and haunting And it is the white gold diamond shipped back to New York a cold December day in its final resting box without the feel of a touch of a lady finger once adorned no more slipped and fell away Or is it the white stripes from far away highways back roads once driven yesterday through the carousal town of Rhode Island that turned into the blizzard mountain of Telluride and the perfect storm of Gloucester up from New Orleans before the hurricane was predicted Across painted deserts ending at a Grand Canyon to the stairway of heaven “Dear Lady can you hear the wind blow and did you know your stairway lies on the whispering wind” Somewhere in Time was just a movie after all Belinda Sedillo 7/31/10 |