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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.

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