ALLIANCE
Somehow we get an alliance with
the world : the ice changes and the
snow melts, while the sky rolls into
something else. So much appears;
this imponderable nature.
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I am watching the lady with the
umbrella walking carefully across
her own slippery ice. And, always
underfoot, her thin shadow runs
lightly along with her, in umbrella
arms too!
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She is outside the clothing shop,
'Madeline.' Consignment more or
less, and good stuff too. Perhaps
she seeks a protection, as we all
do? Something softer than the
elements around us. This nice
fabric will do?
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