Your sky blue
summer dress
hung now
to dry
against an open window
almost
invisible
disappearing into
the blue
like a Magritte
painting
birds suddenly
vanishing and then
appearing again
like a Bermuda Triangle
the soft chatter
of its hanger
talking to
the window
as it argues
with every passing breeze
you
nakedly
dreaming.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wearing-the-sky/
