David Nelson Bradsher - The Blanket

The blanket, wrinkled as a Shar-pei’s skin,
was useful once—no more.
I dumped it in a Goodwill bin,
the ragged texture of a sagging whore:

shredded, dismayed by time’s unkind repose,
a stained reminder of
those afternoons, sans cares (and clothes) ,
when Winter spooning led to making love.

Its memories composed an epitaph
to beauty, worn and frayed,
to love's cohesion, torn in half,
and sentiments hued bright, but cued to fade.

David Nelson Bradsher

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