Unaware
She sits at a table
In the middle of the room,
Not alone but unaware,
Of attention being paid.
Is that true?
Her interest remains focused
While in conversation
With her daughter,
On a pastry of a snack.
Is she aware?
More than one glances
Over his coffee,
Over the newspaper or
Computer to admire.
She must know?
Their gazes linger longer
As the minutes pass away.
Their eyes start to fix
On her beauty.
Do they see?
A shiny bobble mirrors
The sparkle of dark eyes
That flash about …
Lucky man!
He got it.
And he acted.
She knows!
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.