a peonic memory

 

a memory a peony

 

the jingle of a metal headdress

the deep red of lipstick

the fuss of grandmothers

the feel of crêpe paper and floral tape, between my fingers

the flash of a photograph

many hands, and now unremembered words

preparing us for the procession

that would soon begin

 

(Written and photographed on November 24, 2013)