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On Valentine's Day I Pick Up My Wedding Dress
Jane Satterfield
the Sophia Long Ivory Silk
A thrill to wear the Empire waist
crossover detail and tiny shoulder pleats-
The bit of luxe(奢侈) I delayed for months
putting into the cleaner's hands-
I loved how it dangled
amid the darker palette of my wardrobe
Any of my black slip dresses would have done the job.
But my 'tween daughter said,
It's supposed to be a celebration, Mom,
not a witch's Halloween.
Several years ago she and I walked with you,
old friend, new love, along the Grand Canal.
A wedding party's passing
In upraised arms the unveiled bride
held her baby girl. Noonday sun,
the streets still puddled with the morning's tide.
But her dress! Cat said, just eight,
Today's poems in class were sex,
not love; sex and Singles'
Awareness Week. My cynics
beyond their years didn't even
Google Valentine, imprisoned11 bishop
who worked to keep lovers' hope aflame.
I gave out chocolate, wishing for some
grand passion to sweep them away.
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