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The Oaf

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by: Edward Rochester Esq - Fri, 31 Mar 2023 21:54 UTC

The Oaf

It is that time once again;
a shed buried deep behind shrubs
that beg a clipping, reveals a figure inside
removing an old cowboy suit
from a metal filing drawer
saved so many years
from the first unwrapping
and through the window
the image holds that fringed yesterday
up against his torso remembering
when tinsle brightened the day.

You think of Havisham, shuttered,
the wedding dress clinging to aged flesh,
a cake where mice dig tunnels
the curtains that keep out the sun.

What brought this oaf to a state
of imprisoned recluse?

He folds it back and returns
the garment to the steel prison
that holds all memories;
so fast years flew by as the coffee is poured,
another day to proclaim victory
as the shrubs outside slowly bury
what remains inside.

Edward Rochester Esq.