makes me nervous
like Brand or Bleys
or she who is white and
“ fair”
(Celtic pale)
makes me stare
which memory
keeps me warm
when all other lights
“go out”
(fire of Galadriel)
but I love
the picture
of her new shoes
“little brown boots”
(modern Caligula)
mid-calf suede
“anticipation”
(gloves of Sweden)
kept in her wallet
to show me
“simple gifts”
(Appalachian Spring)
which memory
warms my sheets
at night
begs my attention in
“economics”
(my red-haired Giffen good)
Poetry OR Poem
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