Women in Numbers at a Downtown Brewery
Some men sneak surreptitious gazes at lean
bodies and tight roundness as they pass. Sex
and youthful beauty less-than-half caught up
in their own words, more than aware
they gather attention as they laugh.
Some men are more obvious; boldly, unapologetically,
approvingly they stare, half-hoping they’ll get caught
in their reverie, maybe get a smile from the full-lipped,
soft-skinned vixens of their desires, a repository for
their masculinity.
And these spring goddesses? Led by the leash of naiveté or
time avoidance. I watch the preen, fidget, pretend-not-to-
notice blanketed within conviction and strength. A dichotomy.
Adored for the moment, the carnal, the physical. Seeking to
be seen in a sea of different but sames. The att...