Vintage 1963 (a poem)

Another weird day—I’ll leave it at that…

Too tight here
too loose here

Fraying threads
uneven edges

More wrinkling every day

Fabric tearing
no longer stretching


Brittle in the sunlight
damp in the shade

Colours faded, yellowing
stains not coming out
deepening with age


Comical in appearance
one might even say embarrassing

But it’s the only one I’ve got

(13 March 2019)

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