Dragging
out the old sweater
The
black cable knit
Mock
turtle neck
Well
worn
Beloved
Sweater
There
is a separation
Right
at the seam
Where
the collar connects
Strings
are loosening
A
chasm is forming
And
I wonder what I’ve done
To
make it come apart
Have
I been unkind
Leaving
it high on the shelf
Up
in my closet
To
wait for cooler weather
My
affection never lessened
Though
I had not occasion
To
employ your talents
Dear
sweater
It
was merely weather related
Oft
times
In
the swelter of triple digits
As
I stumbled into the closet
To
grab a shirt or my shoes
I
would catch a glimpse
Of
you in your resting place
And
wish I could justify
With
all my heart
Any
reason at all
To
wear you
To
be rid of days like saunas
And
nights that never chilled
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