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You did not want to toss me,
but you cannot use me now;
it is not the right season, the right time,
so you have put me away.
Do you remember where I am?
I could be the favorite shirt;
forgotten, then rediscovered;
or the first you seek when the weather changes,
the first you put on.
Or will I be left for years? Forever?
And when I am recovered,
will I be mildewed? Moth-eaten?
Or will I be as good as when we were new?
In either case, you made the choice.
Which one will I be?
© 2012 Kathryn Stroud
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