"Please collect all winter coats": a poem by Richard Meier

(from a notice in the local drycleaners’ window)

In single file, they wait the summer out,
     clean, forgotten.
Housed with them, in the silence of their folds,
     a notion (autumn)
now unthinkable. Late August,
     light lengthens, goldens –
and so starts the reclaiming, coat by coat.


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