Archive | March, 2019

“Losing all Your Sweaters”

5 Mar

“Losing all Your Sweaters”

Come back to the fields

we forgot to play

and all our lonely day’s do harbor

the frying pan’s done

got slung with dinner

and all our promises, made forever

he’d quit communicating

some weeks prior

left his apron at the parlor

all pony horse shame

hung up with his starch

his forget-me-nots and bad attitude

though sometimes

new notes from him do surface

strange out of a wooden comedian

a stage dummy, paid to laugh

to let the good times roll,

but he never even knew a breath from us

there’s starry skies

new toboggans

a bedtime story to tell a friend

even this wounded news was clipped

but we’re waiting in the field for you

all of us lonely ones

at least we’re friends

worth forgetting about

new people in old mirrors

even half a chance to cut and run

steal you from your own memories

we were here once

to always, high above your dresser,

a laughter, pirouette and kiss,

to dance with those

who hold our names.

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