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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