1/26/11

While getting dressed this early winter’s ‘morn,

And searching through my closet’s deep recess,

I found a heavy jacket, rarely worn,

All but erased from daily consciousness.

And donning this while I pursued my chores,

Hands sheltered, in it’s pockets, from the snow,

I unearthed artifacts, absently stored,

When last I wore this garment, years ago.

A cocktail napkin scribbled with designs,

A lady’s lipstick held and kept by chance,

Old ticket-stubs, brochures, and scraps I find,

Recall the day’s fond joys and ambiance.

Who was this man who left these clues behind,

In vanished years of changing circumstance?