Around her neck is a red scarf, and, although I was there when she bought it
It take me a while to recognise that it (and she)
Are familiar.
Because -more than a knot around her neck- she is La Parisienne.
That look, so serene that it's unexpected (and)
I expected different.
It's a lovely scarf, the kind that makes you feel warm just by looking at it,
Tree of Life, moral and cost effective.
Long enough to make a giraffe trip.
I do love that colour, she looks a lot like Snow White in her snow, bark and blood and it takes me a while to recognise that she (and it)
Are familiar.
Because -more than a traffic light flashing in the dark- she is paused.
Her attention, so focused I cannot regain (and again)
I expected different.
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