Business of Clothing


After decades behind

a desk, my clothes

remain unchanged.

Others switched

to denim. I wore

dress slacks and buttoned

shirts.  I am smaller

now.  Shirts and slacks

billow, no longer pressed

flat and starched stiff.

I shrink and clothes

fade.  One day I was

retired.  I crawled out

from behind an old

desk and a pile

of clothes, and walked

out in ratty jeans

and T-shirts in which

I was invisible.



Richard Dinges, Jr. lives and works by a pond among trees and grassland, along with his wife, one dog, three cats, and seven chickens.  The Journal, millers pond, Pulsar, Southern Poetry Review, and Poem most recently accepted his poems for their publications.