Urban Purple

I caught these purple people with my phone
as I proceeded Tuesday on my way
to one of three appointments. T-shirts shone
and stature charmed. They seemed to all obey
the lead, and two attendants didn’t sway
their watch. Perhaps the strollers couldn’t catch
the house about to edge their steps. I may
have been the only witness to this match.

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