Thursday, April 19, 2012


The sky's ridiculous, bolts and bolts of fresh-dyed fabric
I want to pull down and sew dresses with.
If I wore that blue dress, everything would shimmer,
the work I trudge through, that kitchen-table memory--
even the heart I lost last July would come skipping
home to me, its Valentine's red dipped in blue,
disguised as this Spring day we wade through,
its home now everywhere.

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