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 I hear the saree cry
out aloud, let out a sigh
‘Oh, you women?’
