This place is cool.
This is my coolest shirt.
Let me see what I can salvage
from past scattered moments.
I once believed I was a dream.
A felt hat worn by a rakish angel.
But what I thought was salvation
was really only car wrecks.
Lucky for me, I believe in redemption,
in sins forgiven.
A balloon rising over sandy mountains,
a paper heart cut with crooked scissors.
Something that keeps me warm,
on this, the coolest day of the year.
Pfefferle, W.T. My Coolest Shirt. Poems. The Word Works Press, 2015.