Her eyes flash like
The nervous gleam of the lamp post,
Which ties the bridge to the dampened earth.
In the blue Kentucky twilight
Her shadow glides from one world
To the next.
Emerging from the water,
Murky with the substance of dreams,
She glistens like liquid,
Smoldering diamonds.
The mouth of the bridge
Opens wide to greet a hut.
The hut that causes those vapid eyes to flash
In memory.
She remembers now the penury
From which she rose,
And questions her new hat,
New shoes, new dress.
Most of all,
She wonders what lured her to this hut,
Through the veil of an accidental daydream.
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