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A dress

thrown casually

into a cardboard box

by hands unknown,

discovered

while sorting through

an accretion of like objects.

An accumulation

of artifacts,

remnants from daily doings

years in the making,

Recollections

sprout spontaneously

with each disclosure,

every step of the way.

This dress sparks memories—

a special dress It was!

Visions arise of my mother . . .

her all gussied up

poised for a special occasion,

some formal event,

whose purpose

forever lies beyond the veil.

Now crumpled up

and lying discarded

in this dust heap of forgotten dreams,

the dress looked prouder,

happy even,

when draping her modest frame.

Tim Konrad

Written 2018.04.20

Revised 2020.04.07