Kindness nestles deep into
vintage skirt folds
where children clung once
and farm dogs roared around
the hem, larking in the sun.
Why the shawl around your collar
wraps not with hope but
stifles, you don’t know, and yet
its yarn bears the possibility
of stamina and pluck.
The velvet trim around that jacket
burns bright faith into your
vest-pocket where lingers joy,
for beckoning acceptance.
As for those shoes, they encase
a dance of merriment, a jig
that longs to blaze, but you
create no floor on which to tap
and glee must pause in silence.
Emotion colors every inch,
each button, thread, and zip
that holds you in to halt the leak
and pool of feeling this or that
around your feet for all to see.
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