free is fun

i was feeling constrained and i wanted to be free

i walked into this store, what was reflected was me

the colors, the patterns, the materials i felt

an instant of silence turned into a song that was belt

a hanger was hanging

draping velvet and lace

the reflection of the mannequin

was such a familiar face

i glanced at the socks

placed rings on my fingers

made friends with the glasses

dreamt i could be a singer

headbands for dancing

along strands of our hair

each piece in this store,

i would gladly wear

as closing time approaches

i feel sad to leave

these people are my friends

and they make me feel free

i like to rhyme with a friend of mine

posing as poets with ideas so sublime

long and colorful or short and sweet

some melancholy, and some upbeat

...to be continued...

-h

mismatch

snow castles and sand angels
silver spoons and wooden bracelets
cuban waitresses and cocktail cigars
shooting hoops and hula stars

-mh