WARMTH

by Suzan Abrams

I, the spool of thread

smarter than

fat baked bread,

fluffy cocoa, or

hardy slippers

that snuggle toes,

may shy from a show

but smuggle merit

by looming high

a spinning carousel

weaving sweaters

dressing quilts

and warming ice upon a

sunrise, marrying

sentiment in dreary

beds, a dancer

pirouettes

the top of my head.