The party was a big success.
I had the shoes, the hat
the dress.
I danced dawn under the table
and I drank until my nose  well
you know…
I never got his name –
the one who danced,
who’s hand was at my back
and guided every graceful step
as though my feet were
winged things
and smiled awhile.
I never tired.
Now I sit
and wonder if
a hundred years will
pass ere I forget
this night,
this dance.

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2 thoughts on “Cinderella

  1. anno

    perfectly captures the mood expressed by this picture — who needs 1000 words when a few of just the right ones will do even better?

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