Where Is Old Lady With Orchid Hair
In a department store mirror I glimpsed an old lady’s hair.
It was a weird ugly orchid color.
She thinks she is young!
And she looks ridiculous!
I meandered around clothes rack trying to find her again.
I wanted one more glimpse of that ugly color.
As I peeked directly into a mirror I realized...
It was my own hair, a gorgeous burgundy at my house.
But apparently a dull ugly weird orchid color in a department store.
I left immediately, relishing my color in my rearview mirror, outside.
Still beautiful burgundy out here, I reassured myself.
Deciding to never return to that store again.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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