The Flood

1 May 2015

She said
it was true,
the boat
would find the flood,
the entrance of the house
and the dolls.

The tracks should be broken
but their lights on
staring at her new dress
in lucent white – blue contrast,
performing the dance.

She said
it was fine
to tell the truth
to see the words
to climb the stairs.

That afternoon
particularly acted
on the behalf
of dust.

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