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After her shower
she writes a poem
in the condensation on the mirror,
then watches it evaporate.
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It was all about the fragrance –
the coconut
in her shampoo,
the rose water on her face.
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She remembers what he liked –
Emeraude and Chantilly Lace
while he wore English Leather
which drove her over the edge.
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They’d dance past the chaperones
and steal away to his car,
Lou Christie on the radio
and lightning striking twice
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and later in her room alone,
his scent still in her hair
the poems would magically write themselves
in the silk dust on the mirror.
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© 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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