Sunday, December 11, 2011


So I was dressed like a clown for death when he showed again
And at his feet understood immediately his scorn for finery
And need to make mock of it, so close to my own
Knowing always his comfort in uniformed cohesion
Vowed anew to hide in plain sight among the tatterdemalion many
Distinguished but not standing out, never unawares

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