She said she felt like
a fairy princess, draped in
blue with beaded swirls.
J’s prom dress
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Formally over
twelve years of learning to look
good on this one night.
Undercooked pancakes,
misspelled cards, weeds for flowers.
Love makes them perfect.
Deciding who to
take like negotiating
Mideast peace treaty.
In it she was arm
candy, someone that turned heads
unexpectedly.
The play was about
them. His unrequited love
her indifference.
Dog is lagging yet
clear skies pale green leaves urge me
to linger longer.
Where river meets lake
we stand as Toronto gleams
across the waters.
Riverside village
quaint without self-consciousness,
where arts mix with charm.
Just water on rock.
And yet, sheer power compels
visitors to gape.