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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