Abstract tees.

Some shirts you save for something.

This is the other kind. A canoe. A horse. A stack of log ends, cut flat. No place on it, no year, nothing anybody's going to ask you about — so it goes on Tuesday and again on Friday and by spring the side seam has twisted a quarter turn.

Somebody else has the trout on for one river in particular. Nobody's going to ask him either.

You'll wear this one out first.