The Shirt by Jane Kenyon

Jane Kenyon

The Shirt by Jane Kenyon

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Happy, even if am swamped by deadlines. Smiling so much my face hurts!

The Shirt

Jane Kenyon

The shirt touches his neck

and smooths over his back.

It slides down his sides.

It even goes down below his belt—

down into his pants.

Lucky shirt.

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