a better look

the woman carrying hulahoops
into the park this morning
smiles broadly
when she sees me;

I know I have blue eyes,
killers, I think to myself,
and almost say it out loud,

but be careful, mujer,
many a spinnaker
has been torn in two
as other racers were
dashed
against these rocks
over the years;

yet her smile
never fades,
even as she draws closer,
for a better look.



August 9, 2009.

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