A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
Inspired by “warmth quickly colored” by Fred Gallagher
11/13/2002
A woman looks at me,
bold eyes, two glistening plates, peering out.
A striped sweater warms her body and neck.
I want her
to speak. If she can talk
to me about an empty cage,
devoid of pet ferret,
or another odd highlight of her day,
I could be entertained
for a moment or three nods.
Her hair is lengthy and seal-brown,
a soft touch kindling my fervor.
Add two mittens for flavor!
I want more
time to spend looking at her, but
I wasted my nickels and dimes on flavored cola
(I blame curiosity)
and now she’s frozen, an ice palace I can�t touch because
she’s a merely a picture.
Another dream I can purchase, but never fully
own.
