Coats 
    I saw him leaving the hospital
    with a woman's coat over his arm.
    Clearly she would not need it.
    The sunglasses he wore could not
    conceal his wet face, his bafflement.

    As if in mockery the day was fair,
    and the air mild for December. All the same
    he had zipped his own coat and tied
    the hood under his chin, preparing
    for irremediable cold. 

                          Jane Kenyon