The closet that remembers.
\nThe shirts with the smell of wind.
\nHow a lake wove pictures in them.
\nShoes against the wall,
\nstill talking among themselves.
\nHow they traveled miles
\nin the cold,
\nrain sloshing against their soles.<\/p>\n
What an adventure!
\nThough they never saw
\nhow the world looked
\nwhen I scanned the street,
\nno more than a dreamer knows
\nwhere he goes,
\nor has been,
\nto the top of a landing
\nbuilt of air.
\nThe blanket above the shirts
\nput there after winter passed,
\nyears and years.<\/p>\n
The closet remembers
\nhow I assemble things,
\nstart and end a day.
\nThe things I tire of,
\nwear or refuse to wear,
\nsaying something about myself,
\nwhat I love or refuse to love,
\nriddles that I keep
\nor let dissolve,
\nin the things behind its door.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The closet that remembers. The shirts with the smell of wind. How a lake wove pictures in them. Shoes against the wall, still talking among…<\/p>\n