Having outgrown his bow-tie-and-crew-cut style,
there were annual crewneck sweaters in pastel colors.
One year, instead of these, I chose brown striped flares,
a ribbed turtleneck sweater vest and two-toned shoes.
Another year, wide awake in the morning of adolescence—
the dewy paradise of the shape of women’s bodies—
there were high-top Hush Puppies with opaque soles
and a green snorkle-nose parka trimmed in cottontail fur.
All these fit fine on a day that sat in snow-salted crunch
and hunger, so much light-loaded cheer that it chimed.