That man in plaid flannel and moustache,
beside the window,
in front of a book.
That woman with dreadlocks and polka dots,
her bright yellow purse,
burning.
A nubby green sweater.
A mermaid in pearls.
A white summer suit and straw boater.
I, in the corner,
take strength from this crowd
of the trendy.
They, with their glances,
take note of my notebook,
my pen,
and smile at their good fortune.
2 comments:
Are the characters satisfied with their own appearance or unsure of the others?
Hard to say. I think they're inwardly apprehensive while outwardly confident.
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