Cinderella

I know a girl
I know a girl whose hands on
she stands on
spattered words falling over ancient cities
If rome wasn't built in a day
It was because of dealings from architects to agents
And she?
A shoddy tree nymph ankle princess
Hugged in a quiet strength
Like children and loud yawns
And in the end she misses the ball
too busy hammering down nails and chopping lumber
To make her own damned carriage
In her too cute to bowl dress