When a hat is worn to the full, it becomes an idea
red
In every sense, red
She receives her color
Plush orbit; plus ultra
Tuscan Red, the never-fading
Petal: touched
Proof of concept: poets don’t need bras
You’re the National Gallery! You’re Garbo’s salary!
You’re cellophane!
Spectral shift with Astrophil
Her cloak
