Barber-shop

[shewasgone]

She tried all the winsome, onesome ways
her four winds had taught her.
Then she made up all her drifting minds in one:
Climbing over the bannisters,
she gave a childy, cloudy, cry.

Nuée!

A light dress fluttered,

She was gone.

Comments

[takamine_kp]

hey you

[shewasgone]

(responding while gone) did Barber tell you, or was it my birthday?

[takamine_kp]

i do not know of what you speak. i know periclys. that is all.

[shewasgone]

was curious how someone could know me, when i don't even know myself. but i should have kept it simple- of course you recognized periclys, rather than Barber or birthday.