O’ how fragile and how weak
is the shirt that hangs on the hanger
dropped to the toe of a rack,
without a face, nor any grace.
O’ how hopeless looks the necktie
around the collar of the woolen skeleton
- concentric rings of a painful death.
O’ a shirt on the hanger,
what a naked romance it unfolds!
Copyright 2008 Bhuwan Thapaliya
Regis
Very creative.
Mary