It was a
shock to see it there
my old pal
hanging
on a for sale rack in the charity shop
fingered and
flicked by any passer- by.
I thought
of cattle marts
and felt a
pang of guilt
given that
I was the one
who ultimately
put it there
Relegating
it to the has-been pile:
a large
plastic Homestore and More bag
you know
the type
you probably
have one
But that
was months ago
and I hadn’t
expected to see it again…
There must
be a backlog of applicants,
like the
one for driver permits,
Necessitating
long waits in limbo
before reaching
the processing stage.
The dress
had been given a good makeover
I’ll say
that for the women who managed its transition-
For there
it was like a magician conjuring up
mis-spent summers,
flouncing and flirting along sandy
shores and
barbeque soirées
its burgundy
folds kissing youthful limbs
And therein lies the rub
I was doing
the dress a favour- really-
But still I
felt the pang of guilt
remorse,
regret, even grief
so much so
that I nearly bought it back....
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