A semi-sleeping dream
found her washing up
on shore, helpless
and deadly serious
about enjoying herself
complete with dirndl
dancing and a sweet
amber Fest-Märzen she
proclaimed her intention
to let her hair down and
executed a perfect swan
dive into Oktoberfest
swilling smoke and polkas
trying to clear her heart
of him of the glimpse
of bright hair among
the drunken sailors at
the edge of the night
For that instant, heart pounding
For that instant, feeling lovely
and hopeful and thoroughly vivid
swelling up with it all
until her skin stretched taut
and shiny across her cheekbones
But the festival is over.
(c) 2014, by Hannah Six
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