I wear your perennial coat, always.
Brilliant colours
with soft downy feathers;
its deviant lines
I hug to keep in
the warmth of my life.

Often, I hang up this coat.
Inspect its tired stitches,
empty its pockets
to smooth out the faded -
your postcards and photos.

I read your tattooing words of blue.

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