Just an odd memory that has surfaced recently about someone I was sort of tossed into friendship with. This is a Domino Rhyme.
Title: DK
WC: 77
That fedora’s been on my mind
The cream silk scarf you had to add
Brim tipped low over one arched brow
Yearning to look like an old soul
It must have belonged to your dad
The spoils of a dark closet raid
Like the jacket: herringbone tweed
Sentiment you would disavow
You filled the pockets; the seams frayed
A dead man’s things you de-enshrined
To clothe yourself in what you stole
Cream silk, rolled cuffs, unspoken need
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