Monday, November 19, 2007

Stranded Coat

Comfortable breezes descend
On a joyfully dismal pea coat

Unaware of its surroundings;
Of the past or future

He is content to hang
By his fuzzy blue collar
Upon a rusted nail
In a salt-brushed coconut tree

He has no home;
No company

He has no friend
[Not anymore]

Wind is the last speck of friendship
This coat will ever know

Strewn about are clues
That suggest a dreadful fate
Of his old friend
Whom he knew so well

Now there is just the change
That comes with sun movement
As distant bells sing their repetition
To call for help in vain

Why is the coat alone?
Who was his master?
Who will tell the story?

Who knows of a story to tell?

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