Sartorial Choice

by Hema Ravi

I smiled, she smiled

We knew what the meaningful smile meant.

Spotting a friend, I waved my arms wild

Soon would begin another descent?

The friend waved, just walked on

with her bags; soon she was gone.

The stranger and I continued to view

the dazzling beauty in cerulean-blue.

I smiled, she smiled

The smile well-meant!

“You may have it” she flitted away

reminding me of a blue jay.

No longer did the magnificent saree

interest me; it’d be better upon a retiree….

I turned around: Did the saree cry

with a sigh:

‘Oh, you women!’

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