So, what if we don't dress the same
(You, carefully clad in oversized cashmere--
Me, mindfully exposed in a postage stamp skirt).

And if your skin is pale as the downy flake
But mine is rawhide leather,
What, really, is the difference?

We'd both still stop on a dime
For Hershey's chocolate or Joseph Fiennes
and laugh,
Through glasses of room temperature wine,
At an "Ole" lady's lawn
strewn with plastic sunflowers,

Reveling in the irony of friendship.