The top was not the industrial grey it was bought in anymore
but faded into a sickly yellowish-green - like moss on an old
tree, tried everything to give it new life - wearing pearls with
macabre effect, trying the silver anchor symbol of my poet
brother - nope; added a novelty necklace – bad to worse
Wandered into a cheap clothes shop just for a look at old
stock, voilà, black top with sailor-like white stripes to go
with the anchor, left fitting room with it on before legally
bought; explained to a friendly cashier and it felt as if
the universe had conspired to lead me away from
The old towards the new which proves co-creation with
loving, intelligent forces leads us towards our dreams,
heart singing, dreaming of sending love to everything
and feel it bouncing back like a million echoes from
a very deep valley
[22 September 2013]
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