She Used To Be A Dreamer

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photo by Milly Cope

Once there was a little girl.

At night she wished on lily pads

That floated in the pond of a funeral home.


She danced in leaves

Muddy and brittle as they were

In the warm spring air


She spun dreams out of moonlight

Iridescent fairies that floated in

And out of her consciousness.


She saved wasps from water

Palm swollen from the sting

Of her kindness.


Once there was a teen girl

Who bottled her grief in soda cans,

Hiding them in the knot holes of old oak trees


She trailed tears into dew drops

That kissed the grass under early morning light


She dressed herself in armor of dark

Clothes and heavy boots, preparing

for a battle that already passed.


Once there was a young woman

Who forgot how to dream

And now waits for the fairies to return

To save her from herself.


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