10-REPLACING MY WINTER COMFORTER

Winter’s dust.

Spilled skin lotion.

Scent of sweat. Flat.  

Time to haul this overbearing

quilt that hid me from winter

to the laundromat, 

and dress the bed with an airy

coverlet of flowers.

I float under it until

the first leaves drop, when,

shivering,

I lunge for what I stuffed

in the closet in spring—

an old lover with warm arms.