In the shop, a bit too pretty, pristine
I caught a few subtle, furtive,
slightly disdainful glances
supposing, deciding we were not quite worthy
some of the clerks, some of the primped,
prepped customers
Maybe it was our clothes,
our color scheme
not enough pastel plaid,
no alligator or turned-up collar,
not barefoot boat shoes
maybe the natural chaos, children in summer
or maybe the mocha hues of my family.
Whatever, our money was just as green.
August 10, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Not Enough Pastel Plaid
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