The Lady of Baltimore doesn't know
how to erase the line between those who are
oblivious to the notion of a having better life
and those who are oblivious to the notion
of having a worse one.
The Lady of Baltimore clicks her red shoes
survey's the conveyances of Lexington Market,
drifts off on a temporal cloud
in search of the exit from never never land.
The Lady of Baltimore
loves her red shoes,
but has no energy for dancing
for the living, makes no claim on the future,
strains against gravity.
Linda Joy Burke
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