I have worn it twice this week. (Relatives both -
who outlived their friends. “Inevitable” seemed
to be the religious mantra.)
The scent of flower arrangements and freshly dug dirt
I splurged on the suit.
Good material, custom tailor, conservative style
three piece and two pairs of pants.
This suit knows its final resting place.
What the suit needs now is a wedding.
It needs to dance
and soak in the perspiration
of hugs and song
until it exudes the scent of joy.
Gathering up the tears, he places them
in the last
of a dozen buckets
he has arranged
for the task.
These tears are gray, cloudy
and weigh a great deal.
They are almost useless except to wash away
the dust on the sidewalks. though he has
never spoken of this to anyone.
cleaning up after weddings.