your coat, sir?

Updated: Sep 10, 2018


It is mine

Though the fit does not justify

A coat one size too large

An envelope for two, or five


It is mine though the light casts a friend

Though my shifts and bends speak otherwise


Because it is mine when I forget

When I drift on waves unaware of time, of place, of reason

When I leap and trace, and pause in place

It is mine when it smiles through my ruffled trench


It is mine for all to see

It is mine when I’m not me.