Recursive

Opening her head revealed the surprise
of an identical layer just inside
a bodice with lace
under the red scarf
tied ’round her face

Something was said, as she sat in this guise
of deep thought -or prayer- as an aside
a bodice of lace.
Under the red scarf
tied ’round her face

Words that she spread – invoking replies
from wanton purveyors of what could betide
a bodice of lace
under the red scarf
tied ’round her face

And so they were shed -tears- not too unwise
the removal of delicate items decried
a bodice of lace
under the red scarf
tied ’round her face.

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