Pin Pricks of Irony
I once dreamed of an endless road
Streaming across a New Mexico desert
Like a holiday ribbon laid out as invitation
Lined on both sides in store front windows
Mannequin after mannequin beamed with smiles
Pinned of finery in waiting
Suits
Dresses
Gowns
And tuxes
Little naked children
Pressed faces against the glass
Eyes wide with question
Mouths agape with wonder
Like me
Little did they know
Whether on 5th Ave
Or Manhattan's East Harlem
Dreams have their reality
Pin pricks and all
Lest we forget
Like the mannequin's destiny
Irony never sleeps
fine imagery and penned to match, i enjoyed this emencely
budd
Ron
Much peace, love and light,
Amber