The debutante dream hangs beyond the glass pane
To be or not to be dancing queens for one evening only
And secret private dancers to make ends meet
There is even a price tag to the dreams
Go-go Prince Charmings charge by the hour
Now Alice needs a bob or a quid to get to the other side
The dreams hang there in their twilight, like colored abat-jours
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery