Cherry Door Thrift Store (poem)

In faded graying thought

impossible to escape mirror laments

hidden beneath a yawning ballcap

back creaked cracked years bent brim broken just right

banked, bowed, earned

right ballcap

to whisper

right disguise

I pull down tight

.

And a past fedora bought for haggled quarter

in a giggling college thrift store haunt spirited of hanging cloth

that sang immortal songs

skipped and danced in hip two tone toed melodic shoes

(we checked for our size)

and bright sarcastic shirts

of sunny breezed exalted  

long winded overcoat confident cool

left behind

for us not to find

as immortality leaves nothing behind

they thought

but

nonetheless

at the Cherry Door Thrift Store

.

In bags I leave bundles of reality

now

intentionally

as I know the fleeting

of sarcastic T-shirts and sunny though ill fitting jeans

and dancing shoes only shortly worn

or just right ballcaps to use hide from mirrors and timeless fedora’s

bundled to a friend

for her own well cherry’d door thrift

whatever immortality

I may have thought once

to pass on now

instead

as I should