attire (for a blue day)

 
he checks
the wardrobe

all the garments hanging there

chooses
a jacket
made of clear light

tries it on

his body
disappears

light
is only light
but
it is strong

so
something darker

so
something to hold
his shape

a corset
of shadows
and buttons

whistling
he adjusts the cloth
of his jacket

steps out
into the wide
blue
day

~

Poem #589 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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