Spanish Wool
Mary Lundberg
Pressed between layers of corduroy and chambray
In the strata of my mother's fabric trunk.
Jacquard weave of red and black,
Like a layer of rough fossil in smooth sandstone.
Too small to use, too beautiful to discard.
I wanted to take it, unfold it,
Lie on my back--shrouded beneath it.
I wanted to smell the wool, feel it scratch,
and dream of Spain.