Fashionista Dreams
she dreams each night
of the newest finds
in her daily haunts
of the up-and-coming boutiques
she feels the heft of the chains
around her neck
aslant on her hip
all uncommon rattle
the fabric drapes itself
over her slim shoulders
and her breastless torso
no curves to pull at the lines
will she find the perfect look
when she wakes
or will she only
wander the streets and dream
Pamela Olson, 6/23/08
This poem is in response to
Monday Mural at Poefusion
Art is by Hilm Daniele
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