afghan

 My dear madam

perhaps someone else should

tie my ties old habits die hard

I am not royalty I have no dresser

perhaps I need a new mirror or an 

upgrade on my spectacles that I might

discern the error of my beloved schoolboy

knot in favor of a Windsor that my four-in-hand

might disappear though its origins be posh and its

uses beyond fashion yet you call me to task and sing out

displeasure with no heed to my memories of nimble 

boyhood and exuberant youth when slight of hand and

cunning depended upon quickness and tie tying was by

necessity innate and organic and so my knot remains as

a medallion a story telling chronicle of my past which should

you desire I would gladly share perhaps one night our hands 

warmed by builders’ tea as we settle before the fire swaddled

in an afghan

©kcasady2017