Tuesday, October 15, 2013

What She Saw (Poem 196)

Watching him watching 
Quincy reruns, Hershey's Kisses
By his elbow, she sees--not the
Striated gray combed across 
His dented skull, not the belly 
Sliding steadily toward his lap,
Nor the way his mouth now turned
Down at the corners--but 
The shiny wave of raven hair
That touched his brow,
The firm shoulder her hand
Rested on when dancing,
And the sparkle in the
Blue, blue eyes of this man
Who, for thirty-seven years,
Walked through the door 
With a wink and a smile, 
At 6 p.m. sharp, 
like clockwork.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six