the holy garment
i had a dream last night
the vivid kind that wasn't quite right
i was shopping in a store
for a winter coat, and maybe more
i was alone, enjoying it
trying on jackets but nothing fit
discouragement was growing
my forehead wrinkles starting showing
then a scruffy-looking man
a cup of coffee in his hand
spoke unexpectedly
through his black and yellow teeth
"hey, try that one," he said
his bony finger pointing ahead
to a white coat made of fur
"it's just like the one Jesus wore"
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