One Statue’s Story
Her blank eyes blinked,
her facial muscles twitched,
and she smiled for the first time
in one hundred twenty-five years.
What a relief to rest her right arm
and set down the heavy stone tablets.
She rustled her long flowing robes
to make her move off the pedestal.
She shook her hair free from the bun,
and skipped off to Madison Avenue,
where she could replace the seven spikes
with something more fashionable.
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