My red leather jacket
I’ve given
away.
It wasn’t my
fave
Though it
fit me okay.
It’s hung in
the closet
Unworn now
for years
And a new
owner likes it,
Or so it
appears.
It makes me
feel good
To hear
someone enthuse
About
something I’ve owned
But I no
longer use.
Yet I still
can’t give up
My suede
jacket with fringe.
Its shoulder
pads date it
Much more
than a tinge.
I won’t wear
it, but still
It
transports me, and how!
To a time in
my life
So much
different from now.
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