The Red Coat

it hangs long and worn

faded and misshapen 

hangs from a rickety tree 

in the corner  

of a more 

rickety 

room 

I keep returning to take it with me

and somehow leave without it

never remembering

or forgetting

ever between the in in me rattles

the creaks of knotted

pine warn

the wind is at 

the window

the red coat still 

within my

reach

JPPestana The Red Coat 5.13.2022