A sheer pink skirt
swings in scented air
a bodice tightly
laced by summer green
a tiny bonnet
tops it all
hides a phantom face
and when light
begins the downhill slide
a dozen floral dolls
dance in Gramma's garden
hollyhocks and me.
'Dancing Pinks' was painted at the beginning of my affair with watercolors. When it was purchased, I thought the world couldn't get better. Smiling.
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