standing
outside in the cold grass.
she's been
there all day,
and now the sun has set.
she's alone
and facing my window.
she glows like the statue
of Mary,
my mother
had on her dresser.
i raise my hand to her,
but there
is no response,
no wave
in return.
she's motionless
in the wind.
only her red hair
moves side to side
she reminds me of no
one,
she reminds me
of everyone.
she removes her dress
so that i can
see her pale
body.
the curve of her breasts,
the length
of her legs.
it's what all women do
when they want
love, i suppose,
when they want forever
to occur,
but this is just a guess.
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