Three Jackets

Three Jackets

Zip out
Of your shell
And shed
Those jackets
That carry
Your wounds
And indigo
Blemishes

Think
Of the circumstance
Each vulnerability
That led to having
Four sets of
Scaly skin

Think of the sweat
And the water
That drenched
Through every
Layer

Remember the snow
That doused the
Outer sleeves
In Winter fuel
And the strong
Amber that stained
The black beneath

And all the mud
That had been
Brushed off
When he going
Got tough

Or the creeping
Rage
From a crowd
Went away

There were red
Steel toes
To arm and
Shield

And an ancient
Sun to descend
On a weld

In the west
There’s a silver coast
On a brassen pond

Tent pitched to rest
On

Where the cool grey
Stripes jacket
A quiet wight
Tight
Like a
Second skin

Lantern light
By the bedroll
Fades to cold

When dusk passes
Bold stars take a hold
Of charring skies
Phosphorescent

As the fireflies
And glowing ants
Who crawled
In the bonfire

Remember
Silver grains
That caked
Your hands
As the sand
By the lake

And don’t forget
The glass water
You drank

Or the porcelain
Harvest
You plucked
For keepsake

That now consume
Your
Jagged crystal
Flower pot

Remember
The pollen
That had fallen
On three jacket
Buttons

Look at the silver
Lillies floating
On the water

And deeper into
Shallows
Where you remember
The brass mirror

Remember the dusted
Zippers
That jingled
Powder-dyed

By Autumn Winter
Lakeside

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