By the Lake

beside water’s lap she bows her head alone with herself and her dreams

suspended in an afternoon hazy summer sun sighing in harmony with her melancholy and a questioning duck she paints her nails with the satisfied certainty that he will find her there, and thus – taken with the storybook picture woven of solitude, devotion, and glitter – begin her happily ever after

after all, she is twelve

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