parallel pants


The circle of dawn warmed the east
Skies burst with radiant chance
Perpendicular I to the floor
Plunged into my parallel pants

Squared all of my back with a silk
Wrapped leathers acute on the feet
Ran triangles crossing my crown
Thought equal and fit for the street

But questioned with one timely glance
Might I be mistook for a clown?
My checker dot parallel pants
I let them away to the ground

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