you had to waltz by in that yellow dress
all we could do was watch
like the guilty you robbed us of our attention
such an easy step you did that day
closer when we inhaled
and a pull-away at the exhale
seemingly floating we just admired from the ground
there are no drains
there are no drains
right then that delicate yellow dress disintegrated
to reveal pure beauty and final liberation
we all clapped
and stumbled
and choked
and gave thanks
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