What if only your rich friends are beautiful?
What if only they have exotic varieties of hydrangeas?

It’s so quiet you can hear a Prius
A cup of tea with a gauzy helix of steam above it
Floppy hats, identical bags in several colors
Somali brownish gray maxi dresses
with shadows in folds instead of patterns

Bees drop onto inconspicuous green flowers
Giraffe markings tattooed on a shoulder

I’ve seen that expression before
It doesn’t take long for it to decide to flee