Rumpled Sweater
Gregory Betts
I
wear a rumpled sweater
every night
green sleaves
tawdry wool
offering bold strings
to every autumn night
aged to the limit
the cuffs
are stripped, splayed
an odour lingers
around of dogs, sweat, and forest
floors
it is the
only thing that remains
from the start of
one voyage
to the next
that will never change
The 2River View, 3_2 (Winter 1999)