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SEEING PERFECTION IN THE MANEQUIN

 

Switch on you in a minute

Can’t be trusted with the time

His watch always up to date

But he is always late

Will use you as a cushion

From the ordinary and the profane

Yet subject you to attack

By the greedy and the vain

Who see you as an escape

From their maudlin souls.

You, beauty and youth, a potent combo

Miniature and gigantic

Rolled into one

To hold her is to love her

And her motive is the same

To know and hold you and love you to the end

         Where do you go

         When such Angel escapes

         Flees the armory

         Flies to the Cape

         To watch our sedentary selves

         Flounder on the shore

         Unsure whether the weather is well enough

         To transport us any more

         Freeloaders on the flatbed car

         Headed south along the coast

         Holding on, dear life, thinking of her

         And the years in between

         Caught again the window

         Nose against the pane

         Seeing perfection in the mannequin

         Not in the real girl’s face.  

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