Rêves de Miss Applegate

(And the voices return. I previously said I was going to stop writing poetry but, a big but. 

The whispers continue. Salute)

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Title:

Rêves de Miss Applegate

(Dreams of Miss Applegate)

(A female voice whispers)

I still see her 

Old

Marie Laveau

I can't pretend

In my scrying mirror

Looking back 

And smiling 

Summoned to haunt me 

From when I visited 

Big Mama Aurelia

Somewhere on the water village of the Grand Bayou

For she announced the end

Of being single

And a time and place

Of happiness 

I still cannot see

Where I'll mingle

When Kamadeva will walk in like a proud Captain Jake

 And will tempt me to sin

In new 

Where's and how's

The what if's and so's

So

Sometimes 

I stand dressed in my Mama's old white wedding dress

Looking in my long black and gold mirror 

Pleading to know my fate

In what year 

Month or day

Will she'll come see me 

Before each winter's year ending snow

And whisper

This year

The waiting ends

 Josefina

So I can celebrate the overthrow

Of another phase of living in Hades

But until then

I'll just go back to masquerading on my life's only mission

On my heart's crusade 

Looking for true love

Before I fade away

(C)

Copyright John Duffy