2002/dreary

Another dreary day,
I am beginning
to be cold around
the edges of day,
early and late.
I shop for socks,
unsuccessfully.
Cotton content
is declining
as fast as investments.
Closed shoes always
a challenge.
My body is hard
to fit.
Short wide feet,
with high insteps,
which must have
natural fiber,
as is true with
all of me.
Short arms and legs,
I roll everything
up, against my
daughter’s criticism.
I always have.
I have to have my
edges free,
collars open,
preferably no collars
at all, to tell the truth.
I wish shopping
were easier,
and more readily rewarding.
The same is true also
for the rest
of my life.

11/1/02