A family of clothes
Hanging out in the sun,
Taking in all the light,
With it, the delight
And the warmth of kinship.
Unclipped for freedom,
Jiving to the tunes of the wind,
Rising and falling
With the ocean waves.

Failed to notice
A gust of wind,
Blowing a shirt down
Where it lies with the mud,
Squalid and alone,
Disfigured and crumpled,
Smeared in a color
It barely knows.

Now it waits for a body
To repeat the cycle.