A Ten Foot Bride

When he saw her, she was ten foot tall. She was standing still (there must have been stilts hidden under her long white gown) on the side of the street in Boston. And she was beautiful as she handed out little pieces of herself, roses and daisies and love, to all the passers by who dropped a coin by her feet. And he knew her then. And as she passed him a flower, she knew him. And he smiled up at her, and she smiled back. And then there was nothing else to do but walk away, carrying a part of her. He wondered how many pieces she had left to give away
before there was
nothing left. He didn't know her after all. She smiled.