i spy

i spy a forgotten dress,
drapped over an off-white
mannequin with only one hand.
frills and bows, tulle and
a stubbed noes, these dresses
seem more like ghosts;
hovering over the living and
begroaning their forsaken
fate. forgotten but found,
i spy a kaleidoscope of
butterflies woven into
a moth eaten gown… 👗