July 20, 2010

Renewal




“I love your eyes,” said a lovely brown skin cashier.

“I love your eyes,” I said back.

A black man standing near emitted a soft, appreciative laugh and walked away.

She was about 20.

I’m about 69.

Our eyes loved each other.

I wanted to say more than I could,

But she was too lovely for words.

For hours I felt like a new man.