If I had passed you, one morning on the beach,
I would have nodded and, half smiling,
said some very ordinary thing like,
Then you'd have returned my nod and,
politely, half smiling,
I would, no doubt, have thought you seemed
to be a lady who was nice enough
and, when we'd passed,
I might then have turned
to observe you from behind,
in that way men do.
Then, continuing on my way,
I could have passed a woman even younger.
One prettier in that way men find at once
to be attractive.
And, after acknowledging her
and she me,
I would, most likely,
have observed her, too,
Then, my thoughts loitering a while,
continued walking further,