She doesn't so much wear her winter coat
As she allows it to envelop her
No, she doesn't put it on
It grows around her
Arms, shoulders, and torso
A multi-colored, soft, protective
Exoskeleton
With her tucked safely inside
Her furious shell
That resists the wind
And warms her chin
And keeps unwanted prattle from creeping in
These chattering teeth
Have no time for yours
These ears are muffed
. . . normally
But today she decides to untuck slightly
Pulls herself out--guardedly--of her winter hunch
As she walks along with him
She un-muffs one ear
To hear him say, "Isn't it funny . . ."
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