Bespoke, custom-cut, hand-stitched,
even so some threads bunch, it’s the weave
gives you that pucker, which feature
lets in what stirs in high heat a summer.
Blue-and-white pinstripe number,
to normal wool cool alternate,
but what to wear with you? It’s a light
buckskin lace-up with sole of red rubber,
paisley blue tie, a pink button-down,
white pocket square and hat of brave straw
that won’t overdo. Though suspenders? A no.
Where to take you on a day like this? The coast?
The cliff? The rocks below wet like lips?
Those flops of seaweed and blue mussel shells,
barnacles in their beak pucker white.
It’s too late, the sea wind sings, checking the watch,
thin and gold among the dark hairs of the wrist.
The wind will wear you, won’t she, work her way
through to the boy inside.