Is it the first kiss,
still damp from the rain–
sweet and surprising?
No.
Maybe the first big promotion,
when the heart is all fireworks–
I am valuable!
No.
Or the first real breakup–
the cold and stinging wound
of wounding someone else?
No.
It's the first fluffy pile
of Egyptian cotton towels
purchased with care, a whole set
that matches–
soft and thick as sleeping.
New towels are definitely something else. Lovely poem, Allie
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