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Diva ( #5 PouncePunk25)
she had a fine critical eye, so all around her claimed
and indeed she moved with arrogant flair
designers welcomed her with inward fear
for her monied taste entailed a capricious anger
that had been known to destroy a showroom
not often but just enough for word to spread
still if she chose to stalk the streets of Midtown
the District or the Quarter at night
and casually flash your bag or twirl your cape
others would notice and make their way to beg
make me look like her and buy buy buy
they never would, of course
they lacked the proper eye
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The Photograph ( #4 PouncePunk25)
the fire sped through with efficient speed
taking everything in its hot maw
leaving the only fallen bricks of the wall
and this on the ashy floor beneath a dirty boot print
a black and white photograph, torn at one edge
taken of the house just after it was built
empty yet of anything but anticipation for years ahead
constructed by a frame of dreams and hopes
those laid waste and now in charred ruin
though the scent of burnt memories still hung in the air
as I picked it up, I silently asked it
did you know somehow what lay ahead
