I died for Beauty-- but was scarce

I died for Beauty--but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In and adjoining Room--

He questioned softly "Why i failed?"
"For Beauty", I replied--
"And I--for Truth--Themself are One--
WE Brethren, are", He said-

And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night--
We talked between the Rooms-
Until the Moss had reached our lips--
And covered up--our names--

By: Emily Dickinson

Memorial Day

No school
the cool wind rushes through my opened window
pleasantly whipping my face
as i rush to the boutique.
75% off!
Women walking with bulging brown bags,
overflowing from shoes, skirts, scarves.
Chaos ensues, bodies everywhere.
Arms flying, hands grabbing,
the clip of high heels on the linoleum floor.
pssssh, immersion in a cloud of lilac and roses.
Over stocked shelves and displays
vacant by noon.

"Girl Shopping." Drawing. www.Sftravel.com 16/3/09. http://www.sftravel.com/images/shopping/shopping-san-francisco3.jpg

So Much Depends Upon

So much depends
upon

Cups filled full
with hope

Sharing love
laughing

Closest people
family.