It is late September morning.
The air smells of
Impending winter.
We are doubtful, divided -
arguing, advising,
assuring, ruminating
Whether a half-sweater
Or a full one
Would have been handy and
Wise to wear
Or whether it'd be too hot
As the day approaches.
Things ordinary people do -
In a place that flaunts
Velvet dresses and corduroy shirts.
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