Walk past the lawn’s emerald carpet
where shadows of spruce trees dance
in a balmy summer’s afternoon glow.
See her in a cascade of colors,
a dress as vivid as spilled Skittles,
flowing with breezes that knot ribbons.
Patterns of paisley flirt with florals,
an orchard of hues in playful twirl,
each thread a line in an unpublished poem.
And those shoes, oh, constellations of stars,
bedazzled galaxies under every step,
turning sidewalks into celestial lanes.
She stands like graffiti in a golden frame,
embodying the rebellion of lacquer and thread,
where classic prep nods to the cosmos\' edge.
Is there elegance in contradiction?
Because her style says what words can\'t,
a vivid, flowing tangle we rarely find.