She sits in the coffee shop
of the Hilton Inn
drinking iced tea through a straw
between sessions of the Poetry
Convention
remarks that therefs
no mint for the tea
(long June sunset
on the Sandias)
Her voice evokes
dusky parlors
paneled in rosewood
magnolia leaves
dripping thick shadows
on the grass
the banked scent of honeysuckle
Her face like Colette's
eyes rimmed in kohl
her hair
dye-bottle black
She says she never misses
the Tuesday meetings
of the Jackson Literary Club
that she has published
gfour volumes of verse,
privately printedh
and Eudora Welty
is her friend
She must have been
the belle of Yanceyfs Landing
in the summer of e28
(tangled vines on riverbanks,
nightbirds crying
blackberry, blackberry)
her coming out
at the June cotillion
duly noted
in the Jackson Times
society page
Proposals of marriage
from three men
gof excellent background,
fine Mississippi familiesh
She refused them all
gIfve been free all these years.
I go where I like.
I spent last winter
in the South of France.h
Her dress is rose-colored satin
(nails painted to match)
A sapphire bracelet
dangles from her wrist
like a dance card
gBut itfs like I said to Eudora
the other day
Sometimes
we single women
do get lonely.h
Mauve dusk now
on the Sandias.
She looks over her shoulder
as if at some
remembered suitor
who signed her dance card
at the June cotillion.
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