Once upon a yard sale I stumbled upon this doll. She comes from across the ocean, where she was nestled in a tiny courtyard on a crisp evening,
keeping her wits about her & her castanets in hand,
she tilted her head,
lifted her skirt,
let the bows on her shoes shimmer in the candlelight
& began the dance
& with one gallant yelp....
"Viva Zapatero!"
Sunday, September 28, 2008
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