Portrait From the Fresh Market Parking Lot

poem

Photo by Bekky Bekks on Unsplash

It’s art.
Your gait
Your sway
reconciles my
pessimistic circumspection
with its
laziness and
easy thoughtlessness
Quiet confidence.
The effort
of your
jeans and
subtle makeup
Your hair
glistening as
you walk
lackadaisically into
the gold
of Spring’s
afternoon sun.