Unconditional Burgundy
you made it so
The shades that make
burgundy
demand attention
I smell Chanel
and learn to know you
I wish that every palpable shade
of memory
my son can record someday
(mixed with meaning while
primarily beautiful)
Dorothy Hanson,
grandma,
you are more than maroon,
more than somewhat burgundy
Your blazer sets my soul on fire
Shake your empty Manhattan
towards the waiter at Oak Hill
Another Manhattan
is soon to follow
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