Ambiguous
My dress is either black or brown;
I really am not sure.
It’s covered, too, in polka dots,
A part of its allure.
When choosing shoes and jewelry
To match, I go with brown,
A choice I reaffirm in mirrors
Or when looking down.
Yet once I noticed someone else
Who wore the dress as well.
Her shoes were black and yes, it matched,
As far as I could tell.
I’ve had this problem just this once
But what it’s clarified
Is next time I won’t buy a dress
Ambiguously dyed.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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