The Eye of the Beholder

I sat on the train travelling to my nine-to- five office job passengers on Melbourne trains read or sleep meditate…. or stare vacantly….. avoiding other people’s eyes avoiding conversation avoiding confrontation I sat on the train travelling to my nine-to-five office job a passenger on a Melbourne train and glanced at the blonde opposite homely, plump, jaded, faded a shapeless dress covering her full figure she sat, staring vacantly not reading, not sleeping, not meditating avoiding conversation avoiding confrontation through darker eyes she was a beauty, porcelain-fleshed her face suffused with light luminous waxen-white a moon shining a lamp, candlelit, glowing above a floral-garden-garment ……..a living Renoir a worthy prize