Based on ‘The Millinery Shop’ by Edgar Degas.
Grace in the folds that she fixes-
shifting her shift,
in the storeroom, she drifts
perfectly poised in the cold-
There’s a warmth to the textures she touches-
there’s a depth to the dip of her hand
when, in humming the beats widows spin from the streets
she’s moved by a gossamer band.
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Merci beaucoup, C. J 🙂
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