The belated short sleeves

Swim to distant shores, claiming you’ve caught whiffs of days gone by

With hair loose, you say you’ve scaled the evening hills

Slip past the window, hang shyly on a branch

Wander round and round, awaiting my tardy short sleeves

I demand you explain your fault, keep it secret

You said last night you wedded tardy courage
I chastised your hesitant fear
Yet knew not deceit disguised honesty as falsehood

Hold on, another year of blossoming splendour
Tardy short sleeves brought confusion in their wake