Saffron

For those of you missing loved ones…

I buy things I don’t need because
I need you. A fountain pen, spicy
mustard, a forestry magazine.
I walked into the tobacco store

at the mall, smelled the smoked
cheeses at Ogelvie’s, wore three
different colognes home, but you
didn’t appear. It’s raining, pouring

milk over rice cereal, I’m missing
you. I fell in love with you next
Tuesday when it snowed. And
you let me cut into the line because

“a cookbook is urgent…” like a
second soldering iron, a heavy bag
of peat and saffron.

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