Pen and Dress To Lend

Here…the pen
there the paper
whiter than snow
yesterday laid upon the sill of my laughter
overturning my frown
like a table in the house of God and goodness
Crying JOY!
till ...Be not alive with joy! whispers ....find solace in the crime of wishful sadness….because joy will only...don't you see ...

               it flows around you in swirls like a chiffon dress
               taken from the closet of the owner of the house you clean
               you drape it across your bent shoulders and become 
               Cinderella…transformed in twinkles and sparkling fairy dust
               born anew….in transcendence
               Ethereal waves flow about you as you swirl the room
               a mystical band strikes up lovely lordly notes 

   and a car door slams shut

              the house of cards falls from your fingertips to the marble tiles…    
              which do not 
              somehow turn into the safe congoleum 
              of your own modest kitchen

             You dash and smash the dress back into the closet

crushed  
                                             reality is not like the movies
paper is sullied by the ink
and your smile ...by guilt 
                                                   You take up your magic wand 
                                                   return to scrubbing the toilet bowl
                                                   bashful and again bowed before the   
                                                   reflection in the gold knobbed vanity

but still in angelic rebuttal... the tinkle...the wondrous unearthly voice 
inside cries
  
                                         Joy...Joy...Joy

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