• Ash

Sundress


Do not hang me out to dry

like your mother’s old sundress.


Do not limit me to the ‘60s,

and the overestimated ‘retro’ designs.


Do not draw around my shadows, and

‘make do’ with the shape of me.


And as the wind changes,

allow me to dry out completely,


like the pages of your favourite book.

First edition and vintage.


Do not hang me out to dry

like your mother’s old sundress.


Do not limit me to the record player,

and the sweet sound of the ‘70s.


Do not watch me dance around the fire,

and be ready to put out the flames.


And as the ashes thicken,

watch me disappear,


watch me wither away,

like your mother’s old sundress.


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