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Gillian always wore matronly dresses—

Pink flowers and

Laughing yellow polka-dots and

Purple and green leaves.

These smiling fabrics always looked gentle against her loosely-pinned hair and Hostess-blue eyes.

She carried all her change—

Which she collected like

A boy would collect

Baseball cards—

In a small change purse

(Colored the

Light, light yellow of

Homemade cupcakes).

Once a week,

She would gracefully pour

This tinkling collection

Into the red-deprived-buckets

That begged outside of Wal-Mart's entrance doors.

 

© 2008 Andromeda


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