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
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