Sartorial Oasis Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Sartorial Oasis



I dress up every Sunday,
but only in my mind
My coat and tie in tattered shreds,
the past and future bind

To celebrate in peasant rags,
as memory dances free
Imagining in formal garb
—what only I can see

(Dreamsleep: May,2022)

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