The New Jane

Jane, slender short and
Plain enough, in a teal room, bay window,
Daybed, cream primrose cotton
Blanket, Monet print on the
Wall (morning light, pale autumn, the
City), hardbound Pelican
Shakespeare on the oak
Chair, open to a page of
"Cymbeline."

Until her aunt (by
Marriage) arrived, back from
Europe, bearing among her
Spoils to be distributed, with
Unstinting worldly hand, a

Purple patent leather bomber jacket

For Jane, picked up in
Hamburg, Amsterdam, or some
Such place; and when she bore it
Off to her room, burning shyly, and
Closed the door and put it
On over her polo tee, the
One in heather grey, she looked
In the mirror, and blinked and
Smiled and blushed, then of this glossy
Apparition begged reply:

How do you like the new Jane?