Trade Secret
My Aunt Ethel told me
that nothing rivals
our family quilts
“Not for sheer artistry
or skill in design... BUT,”
here she leaned in
for emphasis-
“the secret is
the material itself!”
For nothing could rival
the intense radiance
of colors in florescent hues
And nothing could rival
the endless patterns
of electrifying
sometimes-psychedelic variety
And nothing could rival
the insulating quality
of thick fibers, so effectively
shielding against the cold
No, nothing could rival
the varied textures
the swirls, the swoops, geometric shapes
lines and grooves
“Yes,” she told me, confidingly-
“...the very best quilts are made of
polyester pant-suits!”
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