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Show Chantilly Lace i. Raw linen the tinge of yellow-gold Antique lace French vanilla ice cream The way the moon is tonight Haagen dazs vanilla Swiss lace Curtains with pindot holes ruffling You, in an Elizabethan collar white thin almost not there Accordion style around your neck, Prim, trim, Victorian. The end of a love affair has the extravagance Of a wedding: so much cream, Fabric, reams and reams. I liked your white: a prism beam Of violetbluegreenyelloworangered. I told you so at the beginning, Before you went to Europe, sent me white roses, "To more white," the card read. Pay attention to what happens to the color when it fades- Like old scotch tape u. The way the moon looks tonight In your little white capsule: White sheets, feather pillows, And out the black frame of an uncovered window The glaze of a winter white sun. A leg, a tree branch, Snow powdering on its way down, Making love a snow dance. in. An emblem: My father's chalky fingers. It was their duty to go rough, a custom Like pulling a sailor's tie tight on a young boy's neck. He's moving to another country And wants to know if I'll see him. Small, I passed him bags of chocolate to weigh. Tall, helped haul boxes of pizza crusts from a freezer large as three rooms, |