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

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