The Return
By Jonathan Bennett
Season's change with screens on the window
And chilly morn wrapped around my mug
As I unpack mothballed coverings
That help me assume my old shape, role
I was sure, once, I'd not don again.
But the fit hasn't changed even if
Something should have while I was away.
I don't know if this speaks to me in the way it was meant to or in the way it speaks to you, but it's very powerful and timely this morning.
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