Once upon a time in a state near a lake- the girl woke up,
shaking remnants of dream from her mind- In the dream, she saw
her mother (a fair red haired woman with cascades of curls, sitting at dressing table, combing her hair), –
Or was that what she imagined? –
the girl, who might be named Alice, but decided to be called Nevada,
preferring to be aligned with white capped mountains- despite never having ventured further than a hour hike in the woods,
she preferred
the linen of a fresh hotel room soaps wrapped in paper & at least three fresh towels a day on the rack,
that nite she had dreamed of her mother, who she confused with that image
from the Photoplay magazine she had found
in a thrift store one day last March.
Amy in Mostar 