You, mismatched

 

You, mismatched

The first time I saw your

Short khaki trousers with

dark blue socks,

I tasted happiness

Sweet as a jelly jar.

Through your road,

you’ve taken me,

Holding my hand,

A friend who could see me inside.

As a warm water

I sipped your flavor.

 

Mary Bishop

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