Patterning

The son sees his father immaculately
suited, week-day mornings precisely
accoutered, tie perfectly knotted, shoes
agleam, as he sets out for his bureaucrat's
uptown office day by day. He witnesses
the daily after-work discard, the opting
of leisure garb, acutely reflecting his own
carelessly casual school wardrobe.

The father has long since surrendered
the wardrobe of office industry to the
practical selection of rude workman's
dress as in retirement he is employed
with home carpentry, painting, glazing,
shed-building and all manner of tasks
revolving around entropic inevitability
and materials fatigue to match his own.

The son, now emulating the father's
quotidian work schedule, eschews a car
for a bicycle, the impeccable suited
office attire for well-worn jeans at his
university-venued office, tending also
to similar householder tasks of seasonal
need. Both engaged in intellectual pursuits
and love of hand tools, clinging to the
comfort of faded, worn integuments.