The Glance

It happened close to home. She passed the place
for coffee, and upon the bench outside
she noted one among a few: a face
above a cup beneath gray hair that eyed
her back and speechless said their private look
enhanced his moment. Then the guy began
to grin, she saw, and as she passed she took
it with her: group at coffee; watching man.

She’ll cart that admiration all the way
to work. She’ll bear his fleeting glance in mind
as precious treasure on a golden tray
upheld with balanced posture, back aligned
and pelvis tucked. She’s grateful nothing’s sore
today – she’s hot but almost 64.

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