Upon Worn Spirits

Sheep’s wool woven crystal grey
Cascading braids of thunder and lightless theatre marquees

I came covered in caramel vapors
Rode around town on a pair of
Restless rubber legs
Started north and ended up
Along homecoming’s lakefront

Sidewalks and wave whispers
Decorated with the fermented remnants of kisses
Meant with good intention, concrete chipped
Intricate designs embossed on finger nails-
What a rainbow,
Colourful contrast created from sleep exhaustion
Hunger pangs staved off with nicotine

I got lost a little bit
Encompassed by the passively pungent smells
Of love’s sweet battlefield, I took my time
Knocked on your door
Opened revealing you standing there,
Entered and we talked as if one
Upon mentioning an interest in stitching
A hat was produced from an inconspicuous kitchen cabinet,
Handed it over graciously-crystal grey threading,
Braids of cascading thunder and lightless theatre marquees

What a beautiful gravestone it would become

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