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I found a bouquet of cotton

I was given a bouquet of cotton

A bouquet of cotton was placed at my feet.

At first glance I thought this bouquet to be flowers

An odd gift given by pale hands

Watching

curious confused

I opened

Cradling

I became performer

I sat insensible

In my Ralph Lauren drag

As Seller of Cotton.  Folder of Cotton. Picker of Cotton.

Nappy head covered by newspaper boy hat. brown body covered

in pink club collar shirt. blue paisley bow tie. selvedge

denim jeans. Italian leather loafers

History came alive, growing from concrete

Cotton spoke   then/now/beyond

Searching for carrier

Delivered        memories

The cellophane wrapping around this cotton acted as a

mirror.

I walked a spook in a suit.

PHOTO CREDIT: ALEX MEDIATE

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