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Bringing My Son to the Police Station

Bringing My Son to the Police Station Poem By Shoshauna Shy

to Be Fingerprinted
My lemon-colored
whisper-weight blouse
with keyhole closure
and sweetheart neckline is tucked
into a pastel silhouette skirt
with side-slit vents
and triplicate pleats
when I realize in the sunlight
through the windshield
that the cool yellow of this blouse clashes
with the buttermilk heather in my skirt
which makes me slightly queasy
the periwinkle in the pattern on the sash,
is sufficiently echoed by the twill uppers,
of my buckle-snug sandals
while the accents on my purse
pick up the pink
in the button stitches
and then as we pass
through Weapons Check
it’s reassuring to note
how the yellows momentarily mesh
and make an overall pleasing

Shoshauna Shy
first published in Poetry Northwest, vol. XLII, no. 1,
Spring 2001

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