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.

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