collection, Nearly the Happy Hour, 2008,
Press. ISBN 978-1-905939-07-7
The going-away dress
Now itís the only
one left in the wardrobe
sideways on the tarnished rail, looking
its shoulder, swinging
a padded sateen hanger.
not out of fashion, though seasons
going are always changing - baby,
through all the shades of fading
one colour, any colour, the only colour.
wears itself lightly, this dress - floating
butterflies, closed wings praying.
the perfect fit, ready to slip
easy from its perch; this year, next year,
It sighs like silk
the dust of its own passport.
dress for departing on a single ticket,
a bag of bruised apples, half a loaf.
could be night. Or autumn. Or soon.
you can hear its half-creak,
side of ghostly, straining for the date
release; the brilliant daylight; away.
D A Prince