Wet T-Shirt
Life is not a race and depression is real
Got the shirt done and dusted every now
... and then in the here and now the angels sing
Not a wet T-shirt competition ‘though the
living dwell and exist on that beach called
‘Challenge Sands’ and sometimes we fry
The heat bleaches meaning onto the fabric
orchestrates as mosaic a tapestry of surrender
for tears to dry and mute silence to blossom
Into the light over hills and down crusted slopes
slowly picking up speed and when all is told
another story needs remembering for change
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