Purple Rind

There are clothes that are worth writing poems to like this one written to a yellow coat. It made me think of my the oldest piece of clothing I have that has been in regular use for decades. It is a mauve sweater that was not fashionable even in its time. It was just cozy with no frills or flare. When it was still "new" a phase that for me lasted a decade I wore it whenever the weather was right for it to just about anywhere. 

Beyond that point, even to me my favorite sweater lost some of its sheen. It became something to wear around the house but I loved it just the same. There is a certain immortality to the mauve cable-knit. The tumult of life went on unabated. The years were good, difficult or indifferent but the sweater was always been the perfect fit and warmth - a steadfast companion. I can very much to these lines

my old potato.
my yellow mother.
my horse with buttons.
my rind.