“THE BEST IS”

when women pass me by
and don’t seem to notice;
I do. It’s a splendid view,
not to be forgotten soon
or any time later. But still
I’d appreciate it if a head
turned around, even once.
That would be better than
the best.

narrative poem written on 01-01-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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