Monday, April 25, 2016

poem of the day April 25


In a closet
behind the door
hung an old suit
from another time 
On it was a single stain of wine
I discovered it years ago
while staying in the ancient inn
The room was above the bar
on the way from here to far
Was it there for destiny?
I tried it on
It did not fit with anything
I had ever been
So I hung it back on the rack
Closed the closet without looking back
but this day I am
wondering about the suit
and if the wine was good or bad
The lonesome stain just makes me sad

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