The Wrong Coat
I wore the wrong coat
On the first day
Then couldn’t seem to
Shrug it off
In my haste
It snagged on jagged shoulders
Became a farcical cape
For my own crusade
I could feel it
Trail behind me
Across the cracked path
To this place
Swishing around
We left no trace
The forward foot
Erased
The back foot
In its happy space
But in between
A fizz and hiss
This lit kiss and
Cradled candle
Handed down the dark
To brighten even
The brightest mazes
The Wrong Coat
