Scarves
I want to make scarves from the sky.
Since I’m not much of a seamstress,
here’s hoping it won’t be too hard.
To start I’ll just pick up a fleecy
white cloud to cover my neck.
Maybe create a dove gray scarf
and cut out pale blue ones too.
Make entire closets full of them.
At sunset I will fashion boas
of bright ruby and tangerine.
My midnight shawl will be long
gleaming ebony covering my
shoulders keeping me warm.
If lucky I’ll find some rainbows…
kaleidoscopes to wrap up in.
I will list them on eBay and Craig’s,
hang pictures on my Facebook wall.
Imagine, everybody will want them!
Would you like one too?
Better put your order in now.
Thrift Shop
I descend clutching a
teetering banister to the
bowels of this holy place.
A sign welcomes me to
St. Mary’s Basement Boutique
where scent of unloved
clothing assaults me.
I finger grubby blouses
and skirts hanging limp
week after week unwanted.
Where is it? Hidden beneath
mounds of faded tee shirts?
Where is that swag I will
brag on for months?
At last I uncover something
beyond belief….a mohair sweater
snow white with pastel flowers.
A good fit, my prayer answered.
Retired ladies glance up.
They are volunteers filling
another empty afternoon.
The cashier consults her price list.
“One dollar” she says as I reply with
quick “thanks” fleeing blissfully.
When I get home, my bonanza
is baptized in cool water and suds
now reborn, lustrous and all mine.
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