I am a whirling in a yellow dress,
outstretched on whimsy breeze,
curious feet dangle in mahogany drawers, lost in big hats and shoes,
dreaming of a tall lady with red lips and a confident arse.
High notes flutter through my gold ribbed fabric,
I am singing the wise lines
and long leaping smiles.
My sun skirt flares on a world of
enraptured by perfume swans, scarves
and his old wallet ,
a musty book,
a love story.
I am sweeping through Grandma’s sugar days,
heart wrapped in silk gifts, touching on yesterday,
stitch by yellow stitch.