spring now autumn in cashmere

the reversible kind are always best
twice the flash for the same amount

and each side with a story to tell
that it was worn the moment the sun
entered the sky and the birds yelled

and all that could be done was to be
removed, the other side tells a different
tale: one of anticipation, of off and on

then off again, to be carried or to be
worn it made no difference to her as

she approached on that cool sunless day