Thursday, July 28, 2016

A poem …

In the Park

The pretty lady's shapely ass distracted
The old man sitting down upon his favorite
Bench — more an aesthetic than erotic
Thrill, flesh now weak in different ways from when
He begged embrace and more, and lived
To tell about it. Over there, a starling
Struts and sparkles when the sun alights. "Wow,"
He thinks, "Nice to see at last what all along
You mostly never looked at."


  1. Beautiful, Frank. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Lovely poem, Frank!