#Sensewrds Prompt 558

each morning I wear the black coat

as for the last time, this life

minus direction, fingers plucking

at scar-strings till fingernails

come away bloody.

The door

opens and a daughter saunters in

surprising us from a distant city.

where amid dreams in layered

flagstones, she lives alone.

And the day

is suddenly brighter, yellower

even the air smells sweet and spicy

and my joys are naked and bulbous

hanging on every passing face I see.