by Margaret Landry

Created on: April 09, 2009

"Among the Gingko Trees" she floats in a kimono

with no shoes

and below her

the gingko trees

the fossils

the imprints

she has always been there

and found me some time ago

when I was a child,

but forgot her.

she made me a mesh skirt

with marshmallow root

and clovers stuck in the piping

made to fit a lady, to fit me

although i could not wear it

i had forgotten her,

to feed the goldfish

and the pond we washed our hair in

stale, sullen

she threw it to my ankles

where it dangled for sometime

but I let it drop

into the midnight hole

where no moonlight lay

and no water rippled

I cried for it

but still forgot it

she made me a cape

a dandelion crownvelvet shoes, wisteria lacing

but i could not fit in them

i had worn her dress

and torn it

when he wasn't fond of it

it fell apart, I laughed.

still she stirs

above the gingko trees

in her kimono

with no shoes

and calls to me

I will always be here

I blink and she is gone

but I do not forget her.

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