Saturday, July 9, 2011

Cinderella

That shining slipper sits
on my prince's stupid stairs.
What was I thinking?

Princes can be oblivious -
Will he even notice?
I long to linger looking
as it rests in lunar light.
Does it catch his eye?

Half barefoot, left foot cold in the chill morning air -
No prince, and now no shoe.
What was I thinking?

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