Fashion
(“On the hems of the
robe they worked pomegranate designs of blue, purple, scarlet and fine twined
linen.” Exodus 29:24)
Imagine my fashion
stitched with sunshine,
catching each ray like a reflection of a full moon’s eye,
shadows form faces, dunes scribble delicious etchings
on the fabric alive with only summer’s smile.
catching each ray like a reflection of a full moon’s eye,
shadows form faces, dunes scribble delicious etchings
on the fabric alive with only summer’s smile.
Imagine the
harvest-wear, a sort of off-the-rack
repertoire of salad and fruit. Style plucked fresh
from the vines and trees, spun and weaved
like fragrance within each strand.
repertoire of salad and fruit. Style plucked fresh
from the vines and trees, spun and weaved
like fragrance within each strand.
Imagine the dress that
must be reaped to please,
the shirt gleaned daily, attired like
Sunday on the back of a newly pressed day.
the shirt gleaned daily, attired like
Sunday on the back of a newly pressed day.
Imagine the taste required
to offer a collection
of new-mint and plum-fresh scent
that said more than bells clanging metal to metal.
of new-mint and plum-fresh scent
that said more than bells clanging metal to metal.
What if what we wore
were the products of
the flower’s last petal, and the fruit’s final
full and ripe day upon the vine.
the flower’s last petal, and the fruit’s final
full and ripe day upon the vine.
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