clocking colour

    strange
           how even ordinary things
                fade away – my navy sweater
   now  black –  my once black sweatpants
                    become a deep grey
           stranger perhaps –
                                delightfully so –
               how they still seem to go
                         together

                perhaps even better !

           white linens, however,
                    do not
              grow old gracefully –
     dingy as defeat or
             nicotine-stained fingertips
                        nothing of the thundercloud
             about an ex-white towel

            I  suspect there is a moral here
                  somewhere in the fold

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