A poem for the upcoming holiday season....

Ode to LL Bean

I shove the glossies and circulars

Hard into the green plastic recycle bin

Under the polyurethaned deck in lower suburbia

A rogue gold leaf falls between the slicks

And I leave it there

I’m not so precise

To differentiate

Between worlds

I feel a nip, taste a tang

I sniff the air

A hound following the ribbon of scent

To me and

White reindeer dancing over red skein

Across my chest

Hot from hiking

Designer tea in chipless mug

Sweetened with goddamned real bees honey

Appears in my hand

Entering a wooded cabin where a

Someone

Waits for me

He’s tall, faun eyes crinkly

Illuminated by a cinnamon colored

Nuprene water resistant pullover

Or he can be a she

Or two or three

So flexible is this world

So adaptable to my whims

And I do have whims

I don’t know which plaid flannel will give me

The most pleasure

Will make my home complete

I try them all.

photos:   Ruff Hewn Men's Vintage Wash Flannel Buttondown shirt; woman:  Zulily.com