To ward off cold she gave me
a yellow chenille throw to wrap me,
a down vest, teal, too small
for her, thus perfect for me, & an extra-long
red neck scarf, also chenille —
she made it for me. She gave me a bookmark
scribed with the Chinese character for harmony,
a great blue heron bookmark,
a large silk carry-all bag gaily
printed with salmon-colored whooping cranes,
& books, countless books, which books
I forget, & she told me, read these books.
What I gave myself: three portraits
of Susan, smiling out from plain frames.
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