Tacky

Sometimes someone you don't know makes your night.

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Orange shirts are tacky

That's why I seldom wear them

But when I saw you

I never saw your shirt

Or the color it was in

I only saw your face

And for the rest of the night

I felt like a teenager again

I wanted to stop looking

But it is so hard

I envy the bottle of beer

You were holding

I wished it was my hand

Clasped between your fingers

That night I felt that

Somehow, somewhere

A person will look at me

The way I was looking at

The owner of that orange shirt.

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*Picture from diytrade