Sartorial Choice

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?’

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