Not a raglan sleeve, a Juliette sleeve,
and certainly not a poet sleeve with
lacy ruffle on the cuff; it's more of a
cap sleeve close to the left shoulder joint
that still aches when rains clog Portland gutters.
Needled black, red, blue ink reveal raven's
tale - how he tricked the magician who
stole the sun. Raven transformed into a
feather, floated down the river, captured
in a basket, drunk by magician's daughter,
deep in daughter's belly, the feather
became a baby, magician's grandson.
