i have given to sacrifice my sleeve
it grows cold with naught pinned
nor sewn
and i have not much need of it
anymore
anyway
having gone to mud
ravens scrimshaw my bone
a stern reminder of place
bound in baling cut flesh
deep
do you recall lace curtains'
gentle ruffle of summer breeze?
2 responses to “vagary”
In my strange brain I saw a scarecrow in a tattered jacket in this poem…love how words transport us when we are reading!
I can see how, when I look with your eyes. Thank you so much. 💕