Chameleonic getaways; an old wishing well
An imaginary audience awaiting her tale
A master performer in her own seasons
Dressing well, under a canopy of reasons
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Cinnamon surroundings amid tender shades
Of Mardi Gras mornings and Easter parades
A deep South rendition of southern charm
White lace parasols, her gentleman's arm
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Plantations and rose gardens, weeping willow trees
White-fenced honeysuckles, tea, if you please
The knelling of bells, an old church steeple
Cupped in the shadows an angelic people
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The wind turns the pages; she holds the book
Who's picking jasmine, alone, by the brook
She steps from the script into the next day
But has it vanished; has time -- slipped away
