CXVIII: The evening ritual for Saturday

A soft, washed handkerchief for my stuffed nose.

Fresh polished shoes with laces flat and fair.

The scent of apples wafting from my clothes.

Bandana on my head, to keep my hair.

This podcast hoodie that will keep me warm.

Beneath, a T-shirt for a book I read.

A golden ring: for those who know, a charm.

Three conversation starters, if there’s need.

Some subtle Bluetooth earpieces for songs.

Some woolen socks to soften up the stride.

My ticket by my keys where it belongs.

My glasses, clean, upon my head abide.

It’s off, then, for a night upon the town.

I’ve everything I need to look around.