After her ball Was over and Bleeker Street Squall

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After Her Ball Was Over.

They kept Ella
in some
lovely crystal
mantled above
the fireplace
she so loved.

Her urn was
shaped into
a glass slipper,
in tribute
to a lovely
gal who
forever would
be marked
by her remains,
as a Cinder-Ella!

©-MFB III

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Bleeker Street Squall.

Bitter blasts from

a Manhatten chill

bend my harried umbrella

into a red, nylon tulip

 

 

I cringe under

 

a deluge that


mimes the icy sprays


of backwash from tugboats

 

steaming through


New York's Harbor.

 

 

Relentless it

 

saturates my flesh


in my mid-March rains.

©-MFB III

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