A beauty now is
all she'll ever be,
forever young
until these photos fade
into the remnants
of a quaint decade
when girls wore
dresses green as mushy peas,
such dreary rooms,
a whiff of potpourri,
the summer breaks
to Galway Bay, mislaid
moments of love.
Fashion has changed, unmade,
her daring style
lost to the mythic sea.
A story now is all
that will survive,
her frightful jump
into the ocean's surge;
perhaps she washed
ashore, reborn, alive
in distant lands,
perhaps she's still submerged,
her silenced voice
now flitting like a shark
below the painted
boats and through the dark.
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