THE WAY HE LOOKED AT ME
The way he looked at me?
No particular expression
Strange dude
Strange only because of surroundings
We’d spoken before
A few words
Can’t recall what about
But now just now
The way he looked at me?
At me but right through me
One of those nebulous stares
Could have meant anything
That look?
Almost collegiate
Certainly with a collegiate air
Well how dare he!
I do recall how he walked about
Rarely a smile
He seemed to fit into the throng as though somehow towering
Somehow aloof
At a time like this one examines self – all the social graces –
Coming up with glaring negative respectabilities
How ridiculous these momentary speculations
Yet?
The way he looked at me?
I would rather have had words
Categories:
respectabilities, imagination,
Form: Free verse