Last night
a lovely woman,
tall, blond, fortyish;
almost turned her ankle turning
back to take a second look at him.
He saw this question in her eyes,
“You think I’m really that beautiful?”
The loveliness in the vulnerability
he saw in that aching look
made him want to run to her,
wrap her in his arms,
kiss her eyes and tell her,
“Yes, yes, yes, you are that lovely.”
But , in this reality,
instead of doing what his heart wanted,
he had to turn away
and put the baseball equipment
back into the trailer.
