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Barn Shirt

Dad

We were headed out
for a birthday celebration.

He appeared in the kitchen
wearing a white cotton shirt
with gold threads
running through
like memories.

Stalks of straw
on a white hot day
in August.

His wife shook her head.
“That’s a barn shirt.”

Then, to me,
“Now that he is old,
he doesn’t seem to be able
to tell the difference
between a good shirt
and a work shirt.”

I think
perhaps
he doesn’t care.

I think
he never did.