Here are a couple of new poems.
Tanka 295
In the short-sale house
underwater with neglect
stale debt and divorce
Empty but for one item:
Wedding dress. Worn only once.
4/5/22
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From the Back Row I Saw
i.
The mourners at the cemetery.
The black uniform of funeral-going.
Suit. Tie. Dress.
Shiny shoes.
Good socks.
Nice handbag.
Except for
ii.
A man
This man
and his skull logo T-shirt.
iii.
I can’t help but admit that
it fits the occasion.
Also –
beautiful job of ironing.
4/5/22
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
It is always interesting to people watch at big events – weddings and funerals.
You bet. You have all the elements to make things interesting – emotions, family, memories, etc.
There are no longer any dress codes. Even in my daughter’s law firm office, you’re now allowed to wear jeans if not meeting with clients. (K)
I think of the days when I struggled to afford nice suits and shoes for my job in banking and I am not sorry, really. I had to buy things one at a time and pay them off, and because I had so few outfits I had to mix and match and that really got old. So…I’m all for easier dressing. If it’s clean and in good shape…
That’s true. I can’t believe I once got dressed up every day to go to work. Pantyhose! It makes me shudder just to think of it.
Never again. Pantyhose, I mean.