In powdered form by Terry Cummings


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In powdered form it floated though amazement
Holden to every step and waiting for motion
To carry through
To the edge of abatement she watched them watch
And smiled
No mirror she passed would hold her in envy
As she were
And still they clapped as they had before
But now the clapping was in saddened hue
Yet joy was heard in every bow and joy was there
Beneath a stir the rustles envelope
And to her chamber she went
And slept in memory adored