what are the odds that three pedestrians back-to-back would be wearing lime green t-shirts?

i drove past

three pedestrians sporting

lime green t-shirts, floating 

down the sidewalk 

in my periphery

back-to-back against

an almost-raining sky and i

couldn't help but notice the

lime green lady with silver hair

wearing a fanny pack and glasses

the second one, admittedly,

i don't remember

just a flash of 

green!

and the third—how in the world were there three?—

a tall slender man

with shoulders slouched

and little-to-no facial expression at all

and i think of

Frank Ocean's Blonde album, and the lime hair he is donning on it

and the martians i read about in the New York Times’ app this morning

i think of melons and i think of Iris Apfel

and imagine a festival

like Bonnaroo but with elderly people absolutely raging

meanwhile, a song is playing

and the speakers in my car sing

melodies that spill from my windows

into the ears of these biped beings

and i wonder, in that moment, if we all relate—

the lime green angels floating down the sidewalk

and me, in a grey t-shirt i never wear.