Poetry of Issue #7        Page 60

A Fairy Tail

It was like in Cinderella—
A bag-lady became a fairy god-mother
A green cab became a white stretch limo
A diet coke became a champagne split
A two-star bistro became a French auberge
Fifty became forty. Thirty became twenty.
One murky star became a shiny moon
And four in the morning became straight-up midnight.

  

  Robert Dickerson