Tagged: cinderella

in that historic

in that historic
district, on the steps
of west twenty-
eighth street, a lost
slipper with glittering
tendrils beckoned
to be carried home,
nourished, reassured,
cultivated, cooed over

near the end, hope

near the end, hope
hustles about, lost
with purpose,
like an out-of-
body experience
looking for
somewhere warm

to cling to – the
tell-tale signs
are the accessories
left behind: a pair
of ruby, a pair of
glass, and that
storybook ending
she wore so well