poetry book

Not every day

is a good day

for the elfin tailor.

Some days

the stolen cloth

reveals what it 

was made for:

a handsome weskit

or the jerkin

of an elfin sailor.

Other days

the tailor

sees a jacket

in his mind

and sets about

to find the fabric.

But some days

neither the idea

nor the material

presents itself;

and these are 

the hard days

for the tailor elf.

—Kay Ryan