Tomorrow’s coat

Some days,

bulldozer like

knocking down the rubble

picking up the fallen pieces,

discarding the divided walls

and broken foundations.

On other days

tender as lambs

bleating meekly at

circumstances and second

chances…

yet as evening falls

as it will today

gathering  up more

dustings

of the winter snow

on these weathered

leather shoes,

I will enter into my home

once again, greeting my

beautiful bride with a tender kiss

and hang up these worries

on the coat rack in the front hall

so that they can dry

peal, fall from the sleeves

and like freshly laundered clothing

I will gather it up in the morning

lighter, perhaps under friendlier skies

and embrace

a new day

clothed in hope anew.