Your red blouse <br />with the yellow triangular buttons <br /> <br />takes your shape <br />& then deflates <br /> <br />as the wind <br />mockingly blows life into it. <br /> <br />All day <br />against a blue of sky <br /> <br />so blue it would have to be lived <br />to be believed <br /> <br />it drying <br />on the rotary dryer <br /> <br />the mad whirly gig <br />of Time <br /> <br />living your dying.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-blouse/
