The Glance

The Glance. A casual glance across a crowded street Amid all the hustle and bustle of tramping feet. Unblinking eyes that hold...but do not stare Twinkling hello...without a care. Glossy lips part and pucker...at the start of a smile But this does not form...for many a while. Painted fingers flex and bend at the start of a wave Then decide...I am not that brave. An arrogant shake...a toss of the head sending long brown hair Cascading...beaconing...and saying...just what are you doing over there. That casual glance across that crowded street What a shame that we shall never...ever...meet.