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The Yellow Dress Standing in line at a Sunday Brunch Buffet I spied a woman in a cheap, flowered, yellow chiffon dress, the type they sell at K-mart, that you always stop to glance at and wonder "who on earth would buy that?" One of those dresses that attempts to deceive you into buying it by saying it's from the "nora sapphire collection" and pretending that Nora Sapphire is some celebrity that you undoubtly should recognize, though in reality, she's a homemaker from Minona Iowa whose name was borrowed in a marketing ploy.The Yellow Dress by ~BobDylanForever
The woman, probably in her mid-thirties, had naturally disheveled hair pulled back in a half pony-tail, silver shoes, and a large 70'
Woman Huddled shivering strongWoman by ~BobDylanForever
Eyes piercing the walls
Toes pushing the floor
In battle against her own evils
Quaking from the inside out
In determined tumult
As her heart battles itself
In intelligent prayer
Looming lined eyes
Drill into tomorrow
Powerfully brilliant in their life
Framed with an ashen wave of hair
Suddenly her pupils fix
On some unseen star
And her shuddering ceases
With a twitch of the brow
White Wings In the middle of the nightWhite Wings by ~BobDylanForever
I heard the cry of some far off dove
Awakening the morning
The sun melted away the fog
Of the sleepy sorrow
My pen ran dry
My thoughts scattered
For the ink of my art
Was collected from the dust of disappointments
Another cry pierced through my window
And clarity broke through:
Despite and yet because
You were the first
The only
To give me no pain
And to take away each tear
The ink learned to flow
Without the hydration
Of disappointed and empty rain
In that single breath I saw
That you had held the hand
Of the ostracized clown
You took in the lonely dove
Nestled her in the night
As she
Sta.sh
