This is to the man who walked
With a joyful bounce
In front of my car
At a four way stop,
Hindering me from
Returning to my office
With my bag of ill-chosen
But frenzy-inducing
Fast food:
Sir, you were impossible to miss!
With bleach-white socks
Pulled tight with precision and care
Illuminating your feet, ankles,
and most of your calves.
Oblivious to my disdain
For your taste in lower-leg-sleeves
You turned and smiled at me
And gave me the
Friendliest wave ---
As if the world were
Your oyster
And should be mine too.
I am still thinking of you
Many hours later
And remembering with a fond smile
Your now-endearing
Fashion disaster.
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