Closure
Empty closet
save for sinuous red dress
straps clinging at-the-ready
embracing flirtation of hanger
hoping to catch open window gusts
making slinky loneliness to dance
refuted by empty hangers
clicking in unison
like crochet needles
snapping their
time to loop-design-anew tongues
Resulting in a new relationship blooming from the sight of of that irrepressible dress that wants, needs to dance and romance.
Ron