Sitting in the bar alone at a table I gaze around taking in the atmosphere
the sights the sounds
I wonder to myself who here has true beauty within
Who radiates warmth and maybe is not seen
The glamour queens paraded the floor putting on a show
taking the empty chairs from my table without a polite word
People sit with drinks concerning with only exterior view
I notice at the bar across from me
A lady wiry black hair with grey streaks
Black sundress yellow flowers
Maybe not seen to most
But to me she blooms
She looks to me and smiles
I smiled back
No words were exchanged
It didn't matter