It Took Three Coats
It took three coats to keep us warm
that winter ..
I remember each one of them well ..
In particular,
I liked the navy blue, quilted, Chinese
peasant jacket
you always wore, because you looked
so good in it
and cool, as indeed, you always were ..
I also liked, the off-white
Afghan my mother bought from some
old market stall
and the hooded, woolen Moroccan thing
that seemed to crawl
without strings, or wind, or any help at all ..
I still wore it though,
because you bought it, with real young love
you’d saved for me, back then
..