Wide Angled
By Janet Mae Best

Staring inside out
gazing at each other,
wide brimmed self
atop this decadent
hairstyle of
pink and blue,
gossip in through
the lobes beneath me,
tea steeps 3-4 minutes
before milk is added.

Colors radiate–
biscuits of red and yellow
stockings of purple and green
smells of lilac and cinnamon
through the hole on the side
as a breeze sweeps through
almost deporting me
into premature flight,
ties hang loose on
either shoulder.

Sun shimmers above;
I shelter below
nose shaded curls up when
she laughs,
snooty when she talks,
loud when she sleeps.


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