"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 ...
More..Margaret Landry
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