This Old Shirt

embraced in the cotton’s tight warp and weft
soft as a filly’s nose– soft as a breast

strong as a leather strop honing a blade
weightless as shade in a kindling sun
first on last off when harsh winter gusts cut
worn to my movements worn to my frame

true as a sail with high wind in its trim
decorous in falling when skin beckons skin

211 thoughts on “This Old Shirt

  1. Rudy Thomas

    The subject, the words, and the look of this on the page tells me it looks like, reads like, is poetry. Very strong end line.

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