promenade

a pedestrian snarl of traffic
in stylish periwinkle threads
and the first pastels of the year

to see and be seen
and be seen again

he says aesthetically the mirror interests me
she says can you believe my luminosity

the rarest embellishments lavished upon the scene
such drama of color and retouched perfections
while the fantasies become
a mere habit of the mind

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promenade