By Michael Aaron Gallagher
The flower girl has white oleanders
In the pockets of her dress
And an orchid in her hair
She skips along the beach
To a nursery rhyme about
A looking glass and an old man on the sea
The sun burnt sand is warm on her feet
She is running fast to greet
the bridal party at the reception
With a note from a man from long ago.
Excerpt from Michael Aaron Gallagher’s unpublished book of poetry titled “Firefly.” Copyright © 2003.
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