Love had overflowed onto my pride.

A black hat, as well as, my black sheep bravado…

blew out from under a tattered sleeve on a fresh laundry wind.

Both flew so high, I never thought of seeing them again.

Until now I had carried them for years, with ease.

Tucked under a set of skeleton keys.

With a fistful of reservation, I gave all to the lovely breeze.

The black, a newly discovered multi colored ease of purpose and…the set of hand me down keys.

The three, set in a vast array of self discovery.

Butch, and filled with piss and vinegar, these new accommodations nearly brought me to my knees.

Love had spilled upon my pride.

All those years of ‘no place left to hide’…supplemented by love.

Replacing all my darker sides.