11/06/2008

Old Coat

Once I told you "we were cut
from the same cloth". Your sleepy
eyes, your father fury, the quiet
blindness of your dreams.

How could I know your threads
were loose, your heart re-coiled
and I was left with nothing but
a child's balloon cut free.

Now I weep and sew, a seamstress
with an old and fading coat
with scissors merciless and honed
to wear another winter though

the fibers never join.

2 comments:

Marty said...

Somehow your poetry always makes my heart beat a little faster and break a little more.

An outstanding "cardio" workout from Outlasting Moths.

Rachel Phillips said...

Thank you Marty for your encouraging comments!