

once upon a time
there was a
young girl.
she lived in a land of stories. of adventures. of campfires. of little women and looking glasses and bell jars.
she lived in a room of her own and she filled her world with treasures.
she made terrariums filled with tiny porcelain figurines
and hand-knitted socks for beloveds living in paris
while joni mitchell played on her crackly record player.
a descendant of emerson.
he would be so proud.
she hid in botanical gardens naming the flowers
and unearthed tomes of botanical sketchbooks in an old dusty attic
in a world of her own.
then one fine day
an apple from the chesapeake
met a peach from georgia.
it began with two girls pirouetting in circles around each other
in an empty shop
moments before the doors closed for the evening.
and that is where the story begins.
we will knit your heart with an unslipping knot
and make a jacob's ladder for you to climb to the stars
a pair of paper dolls
with a treasure map waiting to unfold.
do you believe in magic?
