Guess I should add, I find 80's fashion abominable. O, I do.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCMXXXVIII)
So I cut stars of canteloupe to thence
Hang silver ones on string to dance in pale
Hours for the baby showr last week, the tale
Of things I meant to do put off fr'intents,
And now I've chance to breathe, look hence
Upon this buried wasteland's white detail
Which I had noted then was naked, frail
In Death's hands, wishing for what? in suspense.
I spose I wanted to keep all as twere
Unclothed in barren lack, since snow anew
Puts aught in black and white, whereat I tour
What New York's Fashion Week had: ruffles, to
Thet swishing 'round your ankles stylish fer
Is't eighties' taste again?! O, what is new?
10Feb18b
Never had a Valentine all these years--...but I've been dressing for the lover's holiday all this long time, and, finally attending poetry class thus attired, enjoyed a compliment (or two?).