She’s busy running across
The oversize rooms of
Their dream mansion,
Yet another party,
Yelling orders at the caterer,
Making sure the help’s uniforms
Look perfect, fretting about
The giant flower arrangements
On various tables, eager to
Show-off everything she owns,
All her stuff, all that she is.
I appreciate the understated nuance that “stuff ” is her reality: low level consciousness focused on materialism and not magic, mystery, miracle.
Thanks for your thoughtful comment, Ralph. Cheers, Guy.