young woman downtown, her face framed by ruddy blonde hair
dancing on her shoulders as she walked along the sidewalk
pretty face, young face, gray slacks and black sweater close-fitted and stylish
and the days of my having any hope of closeness outside of commerce
with such a woman as this young woman
are as gone as this winter’s Christmas
my teeth are stained and my gums are sore
my face is lined and my hair turns gray
my mind is slow and my heart, it hurts me all the time
i walk unsteadily now, so i sit here on the cold stone steps of this bank building,
and i do not look up again
(Copyright 2023 by Tetman Callis.)