Coats upon coats

Let's file this clothing in the closet of most likely
to cover nearly all areas, and enclose things with
leads lowered, humidity there and sifting through
​fibers, to say nothing of snow - it's to pile it there -
all of them upon the bed, a stack like laundry,
but produced by visitors.

They work away at talking, compiling story upon 
story of a mosaic, a fiber here and there, a check
and a stripe, meanwhile a tweed and light, brave
nylon, patterned to be light and vigorous, to say
nothing of blizzards of cloth, stark nights of
formidable forecasts, of, a change in the coat.

Boast no more of the cold, or death defying 
wandering about in the dread of midnight with
nothing pertaining to a friend or someone withered
from staying out all day and night, frozen to the bone,
or the button or zipper - it won't close for never
being tested for tasks such as these,
trials without equal.

© 2016 Larry Ingram