A favorite blue shirt wears my loyalty.
hangs a pima cotton. Fine stitch
for my affection.
When young, I wore a glove of wonder
snug to my hand.
Held with fame of little round stars
falling in day.
In a cold winter thought
I grabbed the earth by its head of trees
and ripped upward to free the firmament
No earthworms or other secrets.
Human figures entwined
in angered roots.