Monday, July 12, 2021

The Rag Collector

The old man wheels a metal shopping basket,
squeaking, filled with fabric
cast off, split,
shapeless and shaped,
dirty rainbows rounded up,
retained for a royal robe
stitched from the back alleys
where glory is always born
since humility came to town.

~William Hammett

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