Uncle John has a burgundy, velvet tuxedo jacket.
For decades, he’s worn it to every black tie event
and Aunt Ar makes sure there are plenty.
Atop a sea of black and white convention
the tall, dark man moves quietly in his curious, velvet burgundy.
Well-heeled and headstrong, he ever insists,
as long as the jacket fits – it fits.
Unswayed by the loud public statement
his offbeat fashion statement makes
for such a guarded, taciturn, conventional man.
Dog-eared Stories by anne celano frohna 