She wears a summer dress, spaghetti straps
to hold it up, or is this so? Perhaps
it's gravity, the gravity of con-
sequences should it fall. If she should don
her dress one day but then forget to pull
them up, those flimsy wisps of hope so full
of her ripe beauty, do you think the weight
of promises within, or hand of fate,
would slide it down, revealing priceless treasures?
If so, would she invoke heroic measures
to hide the truth, for fear this modest lapse
would air the secret of spaghetti straps?
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Edwin