The Fabric of Our Being, is....
A letter to Althea?
When I was in jail.
I wrote one similar, from the Traz.
But not four walls ....
For one was full of bars.
I washed my clothes, in a sink.
I dried them, hanging .
From, my windows......
And they never smelled, more sweeter!
Nor, we're any cleaner, than.
A free mans
Clothes.
Giajl © Jim Love