Lori Boulard - Fred and Ginger

Strings and brass
Depression glass
reflections of an era

black and white
in every sense–

flying feet
contradicting the stillness
of the foodlines.

A nation's hopes
in swirling satin
settling softly on his knee
as the music died.

Lori Boulard

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