Enamor is a taste
more than a color. Extrovert
texture. Black cherry—there’s a hue.
Signage means more to her
than the shape
of these chairs. Positive thinking
is a song.
enamor
Enamor
These northern potholes could be
sculptural—but no. Wild ginger
in her hair, no one’s going to tell
her fest is not
a word. Rain
won’t dissolve
the definition. She’ll know by scent
when to pause, take cover, push on.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 