I close over the drawer to my socks hopeful that it will remain closed
until summers end and autumns welcome.
I pull out from the bottom of my wardrobe my lime green shorts
that reveal too much
and I only wear about the house.
I place my vest tops in a pile
and recall with a heavy heart
that my favorite red one
has seen better days.
Perhaps, if I am lucky,
it has just one more summer left in it.
As I feel the softness against my lips
and breathe in its scent,
I hope it does, for I love the way the strap
slips from my shoulder.
Clothes never do sit on me just so.
My shoulders are always pleading for freedom
like my bare feet as I close the drawer to my socks,
hopeful it will remain closed till summers end.
Karen Hayward ©2016