Long legged woman-girl,
step across the parking lot,
slap cool asphalt with your pink,
rubber sandals. Pay no mind
to the man who studies you from
the sidewalk. He is old enough
to be your father or your uncle.
He is full of morning and sweet
surprise for someone lovely as you.
With his free hand he shakes a smoke
from its pack and blows white wreaths
into the pale day. Keep walking, cool,
long legged woman-girl. Keep watching her
grey-bearded man, caught between admiration and desire's husk.