The day has nudged me with her prêt-à-porter greetings,

dried flower wish lists fit for nothing more

than the plastic, manikin smiles of little men.

Still, a molded smile sits nicer on the face

than dishonest eye-shadow hiding eyes

looking for their own freedom.

When time has pressed her hand in yours,

take the hint of friendship.

Her loyalty is straight and plumb-line true

but has a short shelf-life.

Speak, or the moment is already gone.

Photo at www.liberatonetwork.com

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