In the Frame

Luccia Bibro '28

She was just sitting there,

resting against the staircase

alone, secluded in a house as empty as a blank canvas.

Until she found herself hanging, 

in a gold frame, a blue dress cascading

like water around her, pearls dangling around her neck.

Her elbow resting on her knee,

her head sitting upon her closed fist.

She’s dreaming. I like to think she’s dreaming

about summer days in her old backyard

or making snow cones with freshly fallen snow.

Does she see me?

Sitting across from her spot on the wall,

my future laid out like a windy road.

Her smile whispers to me that it will all turn out just fine

But what I don’t know yet is

She found me. Not the other way around.

For reasons unknown until I find myself

resting my elbow on knee, and head on fist,

to think about the girl I used to be.