Ode to an Undercover T-Shirt

After Pablo Neruda


(For Brandon)



stretched out along

your well muscled body

on proud display

you hold the banner.


In front of you

the cloth canvas


painting a sweet life,

an inspiration

for the artist.


You show me

soft cotton scrawl

on your fresh laundered

sheet of real or imagined



You shine

in  bright clothesline colors.

You unfurl a mural,

become a solid sky,

a wonder wall,

a sigh.


Your offbeat remarks

do not hide

your big heart

which speaks

directly to me


your T.


How dare you suggest

the shirts you wear

have no meaning.

They rest

on your chest.

This is simple.


You wear them well,

warm embraceable you.

I  may ask what

words read  true,

but don’t tell.


~ by dianeklammer on June 21, 2013.

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