Inside this lightweight jacket, pockets big enough
to hold keys, license, and phone–three things you take everywhere.
Before, you power walked with these pieces of your life bulging
in small outer pockets, kept your elbows clenched to the side
holding everything in. For the first time your arms swing free,
in sync with the rhythm of each stride.
The Living Poetry Project and NEVERMORE
8 years ago
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