Thursday, September 2, 2010

New Robes


slip off these old summer clothes
these lawn mowing boots
busted up, but filled with poems
yes kick-off those ditch dirt soles

banish salt stained ball caps
crusted white with heat wave sweat
robes of tattered hems
battered and colours bled

this is a time of new robes

be proper
clean neat pressed
fresh for new duties

2 comments:

  1. Your moving fast. Like monks in Kinhin. Like a young monk running to meet the call of the temple bell. Master's waiting at the door. He don't friendly.

    hp

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