Saturday, November 7, 2015

Preserves

When I wear my other coat
from time to time
I still find long golden-red hairs
woven in
—I can't help but believe—
by a historic person
with sincere and gentle intention
and if on that particular day I'm feeling
particularly foolish, I'll stop for a moment
to warm my hands
in the burning of that thoughtful deposit
of ancient sunlight.