All Dolled Up

i found her
in the attic
never looking
more radiant
the way i left her
eons ago

with soft braids
haphazardly coiffed
the only way
budding dexterity
could manage
to pretty up
an adored plaything
when it was fashionable
before barbie
flirted with ken
wearing short shorts
and cabbage patch dolls
the vogue
everywhere;
no contest
to a virtual doll
of today
who i could love
but not nearly
as much

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Van Goghish Clouds

reluctant sun
neither here; nor there
playing possum

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