On the Fringes
In the 60’s, I would binge
On anything that sported fringe.
My leather jacket decked with beads
Had fringe that such a jacket needs.
My brown suede belt I wore down low
To hug my hips (the status quo)
Had fringe that anyone would crave.
(I wish that one I’d thought to save!)
I have one fringe-y sweater now.
Designers seem to disavow
This style, but if I’m on the fringes,
Joy in me this fringe unhinges.
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