Howard Sheridan
Dad and I
discussed riboflavin
and jacarandas
quadrilles in Burgundy
squabs
and hoary frost.
The toast took on
an extra dash
of graininess
the red peppers
deeply reflected the sliver
of sun uncovering
from a mauve and puse sky.
And then moved on
back into quadrilateral squares
and formicaed doormats
safely encompassing
sweat socks
leg garters
tennis shoes
and tassled loafers.
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