Love Slips in Quietly
by Carol Casey
A shy, subtle thing,
no flare, no fashion sense,
dressed for work,
sleeves rolled up,
easily eclipsed by brash
and flash. She smiles
at such brilliance, then
smooths her worn,
grey cardigan.
She slips quietly among
the seven deadly sins
invisible, patient
as they swagger, distract,
but can never subtract her.
She slides the fever
out of their pockets,
makes it nourishing,
gathers their wool
spins it into warm
winter clothing.
Carol Casey is a Canadian Pushcart Prize nominee. Her work appears in various publications and anthologies worldwide.
