my story takes place in the city you have seen,
the city that is broken down and dying,
the tallest girl walks the coldest back alley,
moving as if she were flying.

a touch to her shoulder length coarse white hair,
she rhythmically sways her bony hips,
her eyelids sparkle and her golden skin shines,
and a gleam of maroon on her lips.

every step; she takes every foot,
every step; it's a tap down the street,
a song in her mouth, staring down as she hums,
at her tight dress and white sandaled feet.

as a woman clumsily crosses her path,
much in fright of the girl in her way,
"I'm here, so believe," the girl says stiff and cold,
as the woman scurries away.

the girl doesn't care what the woman must think,
she pleasantly smiles through the dark,
then she lifts up her hand, releasing some dust,
which flees from her hand with a spark.

a whirl wind of dust swings around her,
and her hair flies in every direction,
until suddenly she appears to be gone,
in a magic escape of perfection.

but something is stirring and something is bright,
and something now beautifully sings,
a step or two closer; discover the life,
a tiny fairy with glowing wings.

she floats in the air; a moment or two,
but then shows her speed in quick snaps,
my following eyes were confused as I blinked,
at her delicate wing flips and flaps.

she appears in more than one place at a time,
or so I may think that it does,
but soon then I learned of more fairies glow,
together in the alley they buzzed.

beyond the flowers and petals and vines,
in a place where we typically reject,
the fairies were roaming the clutter in the street,
in the place we would never expect.
1999