Placemat on the table
Miniature carpet for the tiny crumbs of food
That fall from the spoon
Red, yellow, and green afghan squares
Oak chairs and the buzz of the Frigidaire
Basket full of mail
Romantic Amish novels reek of thrift-store musk
Time folds the sheets and wind dries the blankets for the
Preparation of winter
In a tote in the attic
Waiting to be opened in the crisp, cold air
With the smell of June making your fingers shake
For summer time