Poem #31

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