THAT YELLOW SCARF
That yellow scarf that I remember hasn't been out
for half a year. When I first saw you, you had it on.
It was a blustery Spring day, and we all were huddled
from the wind and rain. It did you just right, that scarf,
as it somehow echoed your eyes and face in whatever
they did. The impulse to stare was there - more than
a momentary thing, like a fixation in front of a fire.
That's all I remember now and, of course, since then
the absence of that scarf : due back soon again I'd bet,
as the seasons change again.
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