Musings by The Poet Loriet

Wordrobe

I wrap you around me
like thirsty terrycloth
worn out in public,
first just to the mailbox
with nervous glances
to each side as I
dart across the yard.

SAFE.

But you become comfortable
and soon you're by my side
as I shop for 90% lean
All-American ground beef.
I take you on all my errands,
to all the familiar places.

I wear you out.

Lori Beal