Brown Sweater
I wear you this morning
another skin as I did
almost every day in college
now in my seventh decade reclaiming
the threadbare inner self
no one can see through you
the perfect cover for the color blind
you are an obscure bird flying south
your shape distinctively unrecognizable
your arms extend into what
the less imaginative might call
a cross or the hint of a falling man
flutter caught
by a hemlock hedge
Image above (and on front-page mastheads): Untitled, 556 Series #1 by Anthony Anchundo
Words above: Brown Sweater by Ken Arnold