PLUMMAGE
It seemed like
they were
waiting for
us when
we reached
the bottom
of the trail
and it
was their
husbands
or sons or
boyfriends
we passed
on the
trail
going up —
these three
women from
India with
ravishing
dresses and
skirts and
shawls
and scarves
waiting on
a bench in
the woods
I had to
shout
over
(friendly)
"beautiful
colors!"
and
if I
thought
those
were
beautiful
you should
have seen
their smiles