Friday Afternoon in Summer

I watch the girls

Walk up and down

Blistering sidewalks

Along the River Market

They all look so chic- so hip

In their shorts and heels

( calves like rocks from

toe holding high heels )

They pretend not to notice

The looks that they get

They are accustomed

To but not

Unaware of

The heads they turn

I watch as they push trendy

Sunglasses back on

Their heads cajoling

Long golden locks

Restraining them from

Obscuring their faces

At a table shaded by an umbrella

I sit alone and watch

But they do not see me

I am to old

to ugly for
their smiles