She Was Something

March 19, 2012      James Hayes Nichols
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Out of the dark

she came into the room

unlit, dusty,

magnolia in the windows

briars in the paths


the windows were open

and the air was wet

and cool

it had a taste,

she could taste it—

cool and grassy

bellpepper crisp


on top of the dresser

the mirror shone


on top of the dresser

the mirror fell over


the broken glass was


the shattered glass

could cut


her feet pitterpattered

child-like, little

feet pat pat pat

quick like elves

on the take

and dreaming too

fast to know the



the moon shone from

a cloudbreak,

red footprints

on the woodfloor

and her voice

laughing atop

the shatters

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