Free Verse, Unaccustomed

Your polo shirt

and boot-cut jeans

are not that remarkable:

yet---as you stroll

through this exclusive garden

(beyond the lost world's control),

the first buds of spring suddenly blossom

at the almost stellar light of your smile;

at the haut coture fragrance of your socks,

the socks you have chosen for today's grass-stains.

 

Starward

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