Peggy Hale Bilbro

Persistence

I dreamed that I bought three new bras. Pretty colors! Blue, lavender and sexy black. As I paid for them and put them in my shopping bag, and as I headed to the car, and as I drove towards home, I worried about how I would explain this purchase that I totally did not need. How could I justify spending money on these three beautiful bras? Even in my dream I didn’t understand that compulsion. Do I miss buying beautiful lacy bras? Do I miss needing them? Even dreaming, I remembered the mastectomy, but bought them anyway. I didn’t understand why in the dream, but now I think some things just shouldn’t be questioned.

swirl of water
around a river rock
the shape of memory

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About the Author

Peggy Hale Bilbro and her husband divide their time between Huntsville, Alabama and Guardia Sanframondi, Italy. Her poetry reflects her life-long interest in the large and small miracles of the world, from dust-bunnies to star-dust, from mouse holes to black holes. She finds pleasure in the creative challenge of translating those miracles into poetry.