Green Wings

Art nouveau smile

tapered in gold,

she peeks behind crimson

curtains and ivy lace.

She is a spark,

crackle and whistle

with cupid bow lips

and delicate wrists.

She reminds me to play.

In her light green drapery,

there is life as it swirls

around her legs in a wave

of evergreen.

The stain glass of her wings

reflects my childhood

and I can catch glimpses

of it running between the rays

and the shadows of her gaze.

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