
Rejoice
Mrs Skinner, I see sin on you.
The colours you have chosen
herald an entrance of importance -
aquamarine, rosest pink, sage green,
and purple, of course there is purple.
Immaculate hair, thick, pinned,
unusual.
Earrings of red and black enamel
become you.
It is a drained shades September rain day
yet your shoes are patent, sandal, sling-back,
with a half-inch rise of heel.
Your stick, Mrs Skinner, is also sublime.
I know your name because that is what
the Crossroads lady calls you
as she gently reminds you to eat,
and I can hear that initial meeting;
you do not opt for first name terms
remaining Mrs Skinner,
rejoice, Mrs Skinner,
remaining Mrs Skinner, in your pride.
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