The skirt swayed as she sashayed.
The exceptionally white sneakers whispered by.
The heavily colored scarf blistered the neutral blazer.
The jacket’s sleeves tattled the height of the man.
The pants creases were crisp as the autumn air.
The plaid shirt the only color besides his eyes.
The thigh high fishnets slendered her legs beneath her shorts.
The heavy black boots complimented the fashion statement.
The only pajama pants were on tourists with America emblazoned.
They were fish out of water in a sea of dressing for the world.
Mare Martell 