The afternoon was resting
on a dirty dull wall
and she came in.
With a smile
and a plastic bag
thick, white
like space under a blanket -
white thick
you couldn't see through
her misty soul -
{teardrops from the night before
six months without seeing her
five-year-old daughter too
far to touch too
near to forget too}
Her hope is white
shining all over the place
cleaning agents as
rabbits out of a hat
a color changing magic wand
to change a room
cards - no tricks
only hard-working hands
blisters and brave eyes...

Exploited purity,
she came in
to do her white magic
that takes her nearer:
two hours
and
six minutes
closer
to her dreams

Her hope is white
shining all over the place