#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.
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.