I watch the girls
Walk up and down
Blistering sidewalks
Along the River Market
They all look so chic- so hip
In their shorts and heels
( calves like rocks from
toe holding high heels )
They pretend not to notice
The looks that they get
They are accustomed
To but not
Unaware of
The heads they turn
I watch as they push trendy
Sunglasses back on
Their heads cajoling
Long golden locks
Restraining them from
Obscuring their faces
At a table shaded by an umbrella
I sit alone and watch
But they do not see me
I am to old
to ugly for
their smiles
their smiles
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