the Seersucker Suit

A reflection times four
through waterfalls and windowpanes.
You, in a seersucker suit
sitting on a blue bench with no teeth
and a funny finger.
The first kiss of a leaf touches the ground
and you point, laugh.
You, in a seersucker suit
resting on a cloud with dreams of hours lost
and wildflowers.

~ 1996

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