It is not like me to wear green feather boas for St. Patrick's Day,
or green glitter shamrocks (tacky),
or green four-leaf clovers (inaccurate),
or green t-shirts that celebrate profligate drinking (wrong).
But today as I got ready to head out to the pub, my roommate came in from work,
bedecked in feathers,
and sniffled.
She was stricken with a cold and couldn't come out, but urged,
"You should wear my boa!"
I don't think I've ever had so many conversations with strangers
or so many smiles on the subway.
But with the green feather boa, it was easy.
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