No white dress but today she’s
coming out.
Thousands spellbound, not knowing inside
she was incomplete
and - excepting
a few days – would
always be empty,
always
alone. Still,
today she would launch,
unfitted but
beautiful. She’d never go back --
the applause and
champagne and music would
follow until death
yawned and
swallowed.
But today no prescience – joy and
admiration and
expectation
hang in Irish air.
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