Treasure Island

Carol Fleming Klein


Summer Bride


If I dress in white
Can I be a bride
Slowly walking down
A jacaranda lined aisle?
If I dress in white
Can I be a bride?

Thursday, June 5,1986

Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2014
Edited: Friday, June 20, 2014

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In truth at that point I had been engaged for some time, but had another quarter to go before finishing student teaching. As any girl might, I was growing weary of the wait, and so I daydreamed as the jacaranda blossomed and the purple flowers floated to the ground on the breeze like a flower girl gone wild.

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