The last time I was here
out of place:
dressed for the weather (not the season),
sporting short sleeves, cotton, pastels –
a tropical palm tree
plopped in an autumn-glory forest.
I saw her as awkward, uninformed,
out of touch, but
might see summer
in this green girl.
for Robert Lee Brewer's November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge-Day 3: