fashionista

you've lost
your fashion
way. no longer
sure what to
wear at this
late stage,
this age.
still in shorts
and t shirts
as you were at
twenty
then thirty.
your life is
done with coats
and ties.
pleated gabardines
and italian knits.
hard polished
shoes that catch
the sunlight. those
are reserved for
more somber
moments now,
the weddings
and funerals
of others. hung
deep into the far
closet. you'll
say no to both,
pulling down
your  ball cap as you
ride your bike,
pedaling quickly
to pass them by.