Wednesday, October 20, 2021

INTO the RAGBAG, a poem

 

For thousands of mornings

over the past 40 years

my blue and gray jacket

has shielded me against

the first chill of each day

 

Part of an ensemble,

somehow along the way

the pants were discarded

The jacket stayed with me

worn into my old age

 

Warming my upper body

after I arose from bed

through the many many years

Finally, ashes for me

a ragbag for my jacket


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Wednesday, October 6, 2021

A JACKET'S JOURNEY, a poem

 

Together for four decades,

our destinies are coupled

When his aging soul departs

will I be torn into rags

before being discarded

 

Born in a sweat shop,

mostly blue and gray,

a woman who loved him

presented me to him

He named me ‘my jacket’

 

Every cool morning,

he always put me on,

relishing my warmth

Oh, how he treasures me

He named me ‘my jacket’

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