A Corduroy Coat
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Susan Lacovara
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A corduroy coat,
from the back of the rack
It's past, invisible..but certainly there...
I watched as a frail seamstress ironed
To put a vintage skirt's pleats
Back, properly in place...
Wondering where it was worn last...
Whose heads were adorned by the many odd hats
that hung precariously about the crumbling house
All priced for the asking...
And I asked many questions
Curious to know if the original souls
Still clung to their clothing...
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