Saved
The white silk dress snagged on a fence post
Waves in the breeze like flag of surrender.
If it were night, the dress would be a girl’s ghost,
But in the summer sun it is a dancing reminder
Of days past. Upon closer look the dress
Is dirty with holes. Alfalfa sways
Tickling the hem in a gentle caress.
Behind this picture, a house is up in blaze.
The fire ate all who lived there, including
Little Susie May. A photo of her catechism is licked
by flames crumbling to ash in her home, her grave.
The dress flying in the summer sky remaining
The only proof of her commitment made.
In that dress, she was saved.
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