| Fun-hater ( @ 2009-04-17 18:30:00 |
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page fifty-nine


His shirt does not show his
true colors. Ice blue
and of stuff
so common
anyone
could have bought it,
his shirt
is known only
to me, and only
at certain times
of the day.
At dawn
it is a flag
in the middle
of a square
waiting to catch
chill light.
Unbuttoned, it's
a sail surprised
by boundless joy.
In candlelight at turns
a penitent's
scarf or beggar's
fleece, his shirt it
inapproachable.
It is the very shape
and tint
of desire
and could be mistaken
for something quite
fragile and
ordinary.