New Clothes

I bade farewell
to all the windswept
pins,
your rope,
and falling leaves.

I walked
away
in
rain.

flannel ghosts of new October
danced with empty legs of blue.

the sun relinquished early leaving
nothing left to dry.

JM Gant

A New Jersey born poet, author, and editor. Arch Linux enthusiast, and self-confessed data-hoarder.

  • USA - New Jersey