The Shirt   To be sure, I do like the shirt — I wear it often. I’ve been told that deep sea blue does something for my eyes, suggests a flair   I don’t actually possess. Oh, but you do — a flair for stalking bargain bins, seeing treasure amid trash. And while it’s true   that you’re most at home in thrift stores and flea markets, you have regal taste. When they stare at my shirt, I think of you thinking of me.                                                                for Miss E     © Michael Fleming Dummerston, Vermont April 2022