23 January 2022
By Philip Kuepper
He found himself, suddenly,
wearing a shirt of water,
when a wave tailored him
with something from its most recent line.
The fit, at first, felt perfect.
But then it sagged,
and went all baggy
below the beltline.
If no tailors practice at Henley,
perhaps I should open a shop,
and carry the latest in wave-weave,
not unlike, in appearance, grey tweed.
Ah, but first I must figure a way
to weave water.
mending water were it to tear!
(10 January 2022)