I once was lost but now I’m found.                                                  Bumping along draped over his shoulders,
legs clasped at his neck like a brooch,
I feel like one of those ratty fox stoles                                                     your grandmother wore over                                                                     her good coat and pearls
when she went out in the afternoon
for lunch with the ladies.
He’s not wearing his good coat or pearls,                                           although like divers who go hand over hand                                      down weighted ropes to the bottom                                                        he knows how to find a pearl of great price.                                          No pearls, but with me draped around his neck
he said he feels all dressed up and, he told me,
we are going to a party.