Verisimilitude

the harmony of your vermilion balaclava
And the ketchup&mustard puffy coat
Of your crush at the park
And the way her wiry little dog’s
Sharp jaw
Cups his shy smile,
Tail arrow straight
And aimed skyward
As if to guide groundward
The fat flakes sneezed down
By the plush gray sky
And how when you’d walked too far for her to distinguish
Your creeping blush from
Your balaclava
She’d shouted after you
‘I LOVE THAT COLOR’