a peonic memory

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 & photographed on November 24th, 2013)

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