Could we have a heavy raincoat with the sweater, please?! It's cold, soggy stitching on time's loom today...
I struggle into the sleeves of a new you
Tell me,
Are you shrinking?
For
it seems to me you come to
Your end while I'm still busy thinking
And long before I am wont to undress
And
let you be part of Past’s nothingness
There is always a little too little of you
Or
do I rebel at your constraint
As
Wanderlust weighs against my to-do
lists,
Gratefulness exceeds my complaint
For lo, here you are tickling sleep from my skin
Tugging at my arm to begin again
© Janet Martin
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