Saturday, 26 March 2011


It looks like snow
but is a petal
peach. plum or pear
sitting in her hair not melting
like snow would

It looks like fur
but is plastic
fluffy nylon
making it seem
as though she is in
Chekov's orchard
or a picture at an exhibition

But her truest look
is the upturned lip
which is either smile or laugh
possibly both
and the eyes' skyward gaze
to the heaven
that says this life is mine!

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