A 60-year-old man, and she is 23
And naturally she is very beautiful
Walking on the bridge he breathes
The air suspended between 2 peaks
She waits for each word, she presses
His hand to her ear. He doesn't say it.
Sunset seagulls play shivaree below,
One has what looks like a banana peel
Zen lessons years ago he remembers
Detachment from all that causes pain
Though desire can make a lousy poem
He will not carry her from his mind.
© 2011 Rob Schackne