pray be the prize
he who hath so little
welcome in his eyes
he who sees with but
his own vanity
a marvel of such sarcastic gape
a gentleman without a drip of charm
drinking in her reverent beauty
at an astonishing rate
why a pirouette could trip up his
tangled tongue
she catches his eye but it is he who has
won
she the sketchist
knows such profile well
on the eve of repercussion's amusement
denial is futile
pleasure makes mince meat out of society's good
opinion
so bid adieau to your heart dear sir
and grant folly a lighter dominion
of sentence
as love wears out
yet another sort of hat today...........
(Dec. 24, 1999)