After all these years, I finally figured out I should start numbering the daily poems I write.
Poem #31
People who dress alike:
Teams even
When they’re traveling
In sweat suits
Minor tweaks for the individual
Cheer squads
Nike slides
Then flowered Nike slides
Cops
Every man in a small town
Except for the local newspaper guy
Who still dresses like a newspaper guy
I’ve seen in minor municipalities
A flamboyant mortician
Sticking out
Back a little ways
Behind the mourners
All dressed alike
death always finds a way in
Concert goers cargo shorts. Bodacious dad bods. IPA 5 gallon aquarium drinkers. Off brand Wilco band tees.