Fall Color
October morning
in my small town,
I walk to the drug store
passing brick facades
and the grey bulk of city hall.
Even on this sunny day,
the trees on the hillside are
deep muted bronze,
Not the flamboyant colors
Chinese dragon golds and reds
I crave.
Under fluorescent lights,
along aisles of mundane
necessities,
I pick up a few items,
pay at the register
where the cashier and I
wish each other a bland "nice day."
Just as I open the door out
to Main Street,
He/she is there,
Pink feather boa
Black and pink hat frothy with fabric
or more feathers?
I am not sure,
as I am unsure of his/her gender
And a black sheath of a dress,
satin or some other
sleek fabric.
Our encounter is too brief for details,
or conversation
But I smile
Glad of the vibrant, whimsical
Fall color.
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