So light, so fine, no bras,
thus, once upon a time,
no more, came beauty
on a local midnight
creaking, panting bus
like elusive elegance
of a sonnet’s sound,
transforming pounds
of the humdrum drums
into a chorus of delight,
euphonious and divine—
not a dress but a tactile,
diaphanous song with wings
she’d take on and off at will.
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