' ' ' ' ' Run Away Clothes Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Lovers
fold their clothes

neatly
in a tidy pile

leaving behind
their hims & hers

disappearing into
the depths

of an
Ocean

taking prisoner
shell & starfish.

The water
now a sky

above them
as they below

strangers
in the Land of Fishes.

The wind
discovers

their dead
clothes

& with a whoop
brings them to life

a trousers
(cut offs)
running along the beach

by its
Self

relishing such
freedom

being
chased

by an aquamarine
blue blouse

& a frisky fly-away
wrap-around-skirt

skittish
seductive.

The lovers
emerging

just then
back into the land
where the sun is the sun


& clouds
swim in the sky

clutching their treasures

chuckling at
their nakedness

(they all Eve
& Adam)

innocent
as Paradise

their laughter
chasing

their run away
clothes.