Friday, April 17, 2015

Shirt

Sometimes particular dreams set up ripples, like stones thrown into a still pond. 

Years ago now
I dreamed I asked a friend
For the shirt off his back.
He wanted to give it to me
But
Try as he might
He couldn’t.
He pulled out shirt tail
After shirt tail
After shirt tail
Like endless magician’s scarves.
Months later
Driving home from blessing a house
I realized:
I get my own shirt!
Happy dance.
I get my own shirt?
Damn.
I get my own shirt?!?
Now what?

Years ago I learned
I get my own shirt.

Now I sit with people
Talking about shirts.

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