Washington, D.C. (2016)

Shades of tangerine landed on your chin,
I glanced and they turned rosy red;

Gusty was the dusk, my fingers clasped,
But aglow, beneath the golden rays,
Serene and slow, like fine Saturdays;

Unfamiliar faces and scents,
Muffled conversations commingled,
Immortalized occurrences in a click,
Strangers’ stories intertwined, their fates interlocked;

Added to my recollections, one faded reality.