jarred my drive
to the coffeehouse
My eye pulled
to the cluster of prom dresses,
dapper Dan’s,
bright colored and freshly polished
at the end of the driveway
before the prom,
photos by their parents
But something was amiss, out of place
A crimson prom dress
under the black leather gang jacket
Her colors, under
her prom tresses
June 1, 2007 22:01
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