Ode To The Discarded Neckerchief
Once you were a part of someone
tied tightly, cowboy style, to the neck
of a hipster. Or cowboy. In Milwaukee.
Now. No more. You are flotsam. Or jetsam?
No, you are neither. You were never on the ocean,
gliding through salty waters, an adornment cast away
like a Hartford Whalers Starter jacket.
-Many thanks to Kerith for the awesome pic!
that’s the most beautiful poem i’ve ever heard,
after all the po-ems rachel has written.
hey! thanks!
that was very beautiful and i hope that neckerchief returns itself to its owner.
(why didn’t i find this blog before? i love it! and i love neckerchiefs! i’m a supporter!)
I love neckerchiefs, too. Any abandoned or discarded neckerchief will find a home with me and be treasured. Too bad the Boy Scouts are discarding the neckerchiefs they used to wear so proudly. I have taken in cartons of them and treasure each and every one of them.