Wallpaper

I saw a young woman today, who reminded
me of my father: It was the pattern
of her summer dress, which matched our living room
wallpaper from nineteen seventy-three.
I recall dad matching up the massive
concentric circles of citrus colours, then painting
the picture rail tangerine. I was a teenager
then and thinking about sex all the time,
but I would never have wrapped our wall
around a woman's curves. Except, if I squinted,
the circles maybe held a hint of nipple.