A Poem By Frances Steerling

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It felt like happiness

But it could have been the shoes

Spit-shined for the occasion

Or it could have been the hat

Perfectly angled for the occasion

The shoes?

The hat?

My vertical bookends
 

The chrome dome makes the man

She said

Flinging the hat across the room

A beret is a French frisbee

She said

It landed on St. Anthony

She called that table

Saints Without Candles.
 

Joy awaited with arms outstretched

Happiness has passed the torch.

Neither the shoes 

Nor the hat:

It was her.

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FRANCES STEERLING
(1965) 

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