Goodbye old Indy hat, may we meet again
What becomes
of sneakers worn through?
Of tattered t-shirts
or musty old caps?
Do they live again
in fresh threaded cloth?
Do we glance them once more
on our carefree young cousins?
Can they be viewed through the glass
of some distant consignment shop window?
Or do they wallow in piles
in trashbins
in waste ridden mountains
smeared by old age
and just out of sight?
2 thoughts on "Goodbye old Indy hat, may we meet again"
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Those garments become part of our lives almost like family. I think we all have the favorites we don’t want to let go. Very relatable poem!
Good poem – I like the structure of just questions, and your last question is a good closer. Bravo