Every once in a while I go, as Beck would put it, “crazy with the Cheez-Wiz”. Don’t ask. Just read, and enjoy or discard. But don’t steal, mercy. ;o)

I dream of Daguerreotypes
a curtsy and a bow
and a “How do you do, Mr. Daguerre?”
and an “I do hope I can hold the pose for so long!”
with the cascading lace
and the cameo–
gift of grandmother–
placed on my throat by mother
who dreams in greens
and smiles with pearls
Pearls that I hope
Mr Daguerre can capture
in silver.

M.C.

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